Sikhi
I am a Sikh.
I can’t live without my Sikhi.
Everything else is a mere illusion.
Sikhi,
Helps the helpless,
Feeds the hungry,
And gives everything that it has,
No matter how little,
To care for others.
With Vaheguru’s grace,
I shall never have to leave my Sikhi.
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