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Portrait of a True Sikh
A true Sikh is disciple of the Guru,
With crown of turban on his head,
With sober face and shining eyes,
He is always calm and never red.
Among millions of men, he stands aloof,
To homeless people he provides roof.
He is an image of harmony and peace,
A hater of vice, evil and war,
A protector of the weak and needy,
His fame has spread near and far,
Terror for the tyrants a support of the meek,
The downtroddens, his shelter seek.
Against injustice he raises his voice,
For honour he is prepared to die,
Truth and virtue are his weapons,
For selfish gains, he would not lie,
He is an enviable image of grace,
He upholds the dignity of his race,
He is a soldier, he is a saint.
Pure and stainless is his life,
He frightens none and fears from none,
He is a lover of struggle and strife,
For “Simran” he reserves his breath,
He is immune to life and death.
He is the defender of his faith,
He cares a fig for worldly wealth,
He is an achiever par excellence,
A model of indefineable health,
He treats alike his friends and foes,
He stands like a rock in weals and woes.
If all the sikhs, emulate his role,
And evince their readiness for sacrifice,
They would restore their past glory,
If lead a life free from vice,
Sikhism would them touch new height,
Present would be pleasant; future bright.
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