Lost are we, know not where to go.
Wandering in dark, whom to follow.
Where is the lamp, a light to guide.
When will it be day, stars go hide.
Many a decade, in ignorance gone by.
Days and months, years appear to fly.
Where we meet, the one who knows.
Help and guide, the path he shows.
Struggling striving, hoping to meet.
The angel guide, to fall on his feet.
Cheery springs and summers of rain.
Dismal falls, and cold winters again.
When this long trek, coming to end.
Hoping looking, for a savior’s hand.
Carry us across, this desolate trail.
When finally we rest, in a green vale.
Moment of happiness, but grief a lot.
Trail each other, like a designed plot.
Who is doing this, for pain and hurt.
Make us go down and bite the dust.
A thinly glimmer, in the eastern sky.
Will it be dawn, after gloomy night.
Hopes arise, gathers every one close.
Wintry pale turning, pink like rose.
There is twilight, soon will it be light.
Dark and dreary, be looking bright.
Come ye all smile, it is end of doom.
Sunshine is blessing, after eerie gloom.
Cheerful melodies and the bells ring.
Welcome jingles and the birds sing.
For you we waited, stood here stalled.
Come ride with us, some one called.
Greeted by light and sounds of horn.
Hugged by the Lord we were reborn.
Peace and quiet, contentment around.
Nothing but Love and bliss surround.
‘‘Shine your armor, sharpen your sword.
World wait for you, erase enemy hoard.”
We got prepared, as command came.
Khalsa on march, in Almighty’s Name.
“For justice for truth, you will ever fight.
You are powerful , you have My might.
You My Khalsa , My distinctive face.
My Light shines, within your pure case.”
With you forever am I, My Khalsa Panth.
Your only Master, ever is Guru Granth.
If ever you fall, for thy self and falsehood.
Hesitate will not I, take My Grace’s good.”
