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A Start That Will Never End


A Day That Will Never End
A Ray That Will Never End
An Hour That Will Never End
A Power That Will Never End
My Part That Will Never End
A Start That Will Never End
 
Respect, its the Courage to treat people around us the same way we wish to be treated.
 
Courage, its the Strength of a fueled mind thats ready to overcome anything thats ever started 
 
Strength, its the Passion that drives beings into being the best that they can be. 
 
Passion, its the Energy behind the intensity of pursuit, something only reloveution can see.
 
Energy, its the Insanity that runs the world to be a temple of power.
 
And Insanity you ask; its what keeps this Singh runnin every hour.
 
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Now all these virtues are practical,
But the approach u need to use 'em is tactical. 
 
Love and Compassion are the motors running the universe, 
Once you remove 'em nothing can ever be coerced. 
 
Integrity and Loyalty, the crowns of Humanity,
Just try this formula, Ill vouch for it,
It might just bring Sanity. 
 
My words try and define this Wandering Creation, 
Sometimes I try to create my own animation. 
 
Nature and Young-lings inspire innovation,
Without them we go on complete probation. 
 
The life of young ones is what mother nature runs on,
They're not the ones to use 'em guns on.
 
Mentality is a challenge for many, but a way of life for some,
Im writing continuously but my eyes are numb. 
 
I have no place for hatred, i have no room for envy,
But I know unfortunately,  these are practiced by plenty. 
 
One last bit of Sajda I wanna tribute to those who left my world of animosity,
Believe it or not, You were the last bit of creativity. 
 
I know He does Good for all, I know his Bhana is the honor of the Will,
Even when years will have gone by, we shall weep for you still.
 
You may consider this some sort of over written obituary,
Cuz as of right now, my thoughts and mind set are solitary. 
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Oh by the way, this is A Start That Will Never End,
And if it even tries to attempt failure, this Document, I will Resend.
 
Rules; I'm made to bend (em),
Opinions and Perspectives; I mostly blend  (em).
 
Having that said, I honor all sides, Concur with a few (tho),
And while you listen to this, try to acheive some unity - even if it takes some glue yo.
 
Now obviously theres some trouble Kahlon may have caused you,
But hopefully while you were loving living, this would have paused you.
 
All I wanna say is: Nanak Naam Chardi Kala
And dont forget; Tere Bhaane Sarbat Da Bhala.
 

 

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