Best Sikhs Poems
History books are filled with men’s escapades
Are women’s accomplishments seen as charades?
Joan of Arc had visions of saints leading her
to save France from Britain’s tyrannical cur.
Rosa Parks refused to give up her bus seat --
defending rights, she’d not succumb to defeat
Mary Magdalene had historians confused;
she watched Christ die, though apostles refused.
Eleanor Roosevelt was the eyes and ears
of FDR; she stood behind him through the years.
Marie Curie, first female to win the Nobel Prize,
joined her husband in efforts to save human lives.
Indira Gandhi ruled India two decades --
first woman leader killed when the Sikhs did invade.
Princess Di’s royal wedding seemed filled with joy.
Her death: an accident or a royal ploy?
But it’s Mary Shelley who seems most ignored.
Men said Percy wrote “Frankenstein”; Mary they abhorred.
Mother Theresa spent years serving the poor.
Sainthood come fast, by many she was adored.
These women claim their rightful place in history;
why others were ignored seems a mystery.
Women fought successfully for the right to vote.
Countless mothers to children their lives they devote.
Eve bit the apple, but all women bear the stain
of being weak, frail -- a concept I disdain.
*Entry for the “Tell Us of Women” contest
India, my India,
My ever loving India
Its flag is its fame,
everyone strives for the same
Saffron on the top,
non-violence as our hope
White in the middle piece
brought glory for peace
Blue stripes of the adorning wheel,
Our endeavours of the day, it reveals
Green at the bottom, we‘re prosperous
To get rid of drought, Yet to link all our rivers
From Kashmir to Kanyakumari,
our tongues may vary
Christians, Muslims, Sikhs and Hindus
we may be,but secular Indians in minds
Unity in diversity is our strength.
The bond that makes, India The Great
Let’s live for its glory
Fighting corruption as our enemy
India my India
My ever-loving India
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Dedicated to the freedom fighters and soldiers of India
By S.Kandasamy, MUSIRI, TAMILNADU, INDIA
Published in poetrysoup.com on 21-9-13
Email s.kandasamy@hotmail.com
Some Muslims have been fighting for a while
to force people to worship God their style.
In Syria a deep and wounding fissure
between the I.S and the Christian Militia.
Some Hindus and some Sikhs just don't get on
and won't be happy until one of them is gone.
And the Buddhists persecuted in Tibet
by some Communists who haven't got God yet.
In an old Jerusalem church, though quite aloof
seven faiths have lots of bust-ups on the roof.
All religions that are based on peace and love:
well- it looks like someone went and shot the dove.
And on high, with exasperated frown
the one who made us sadly gazes down
on those who maim and murder in his name
yet he still loves each one of them the same.
twenty one soldiers waited their fate
twenty one soldier's ready to defend
would give up their lives in the call
to keep the fort....not let it fall
the afghans invaded in great strength
the valiant sikh soldiers gave their all
sikhs in total killed 600 men ..gave their lives
when they answered the commanders call
this was a battle in 1869
battle of saragarhi was its name
a temple was built in 2003 ...to
commemorate their fame.
a movie called 21 Sikhs has been made, reminding all of the valiant Sikh soldiers
an insane battle 21 Sikhs against many hundreds of Afghans
Restore The Princely States
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Free the Balochs and Kurds!
Sikhs want Khalistan.
Jammu is culturally separate
And so is Kashmir;
And so Ladakh.
(Their religion is different; they sing and speak different;cook different and clothe different.)
How long can we compress dissimilar objects together.
They will burst-- it is nature!
My slogan is, 'Let's restore the princely states!'
(Ah! This Democracy has defects--
It was correctly called by the Greeks as Mobocracy.)
To keep the cultures alive,
All people's identity.
The dying languages, and recipes;
Ending almost all wars (the concept of countries shall be past,
If ever anywhere, provinces or towns will fall into brief wars!).
uniting farcical flocks all over the world,
gregarious garments, talismans &
little good luck charms required by religions
to ward off “evil spirits,” to separate man
from “god,” or to just protect the fuzzy sheep
from the rest of us heathens,
are donned by believers everywhere
(but kept oh so secret).
the infamous magical mormon underwear
whose mere mention offends the mormons
strike the nonbeliever as an extra special case
as one may envision horny hocus-pocus
surrounding the ceremonies held within the guise of a
uniquely ludicrous worship of fiction---
the lds correct one quickly, saying that these “temple garments”
are sacred & that is why they are secret,
once bearing stitched “L’s & V’s,” thought at best to be
squares & compasses,
evidence of founder joseph smith’s own signing up with the
big boys, the freemasons, whilst trying to get some buddies
who had power.
while christians, buddhists, sikhs, muslims, jews, jains,
taoists, zoroastrians & for that matter, numerous other local
& tribal religions, all seem to put some stock in “peace malas”
---little 16 beaded bracelets representing a rainbow to
take on our “spiritual paths,” jews specifically have worn
the “roite bindele”---a red wool string that is worn around the
wrist of the left hand, thought by kabbalahbabblers to ward off evil, especially
that ever so evil “evil eye,” that so many in the 21st century
are still afraid of.
scientologists, always out to out-ridiculous the competition,
whose elite army known as the “sea organization,” marches
round Gold Base in cali, parading now on land in the poor rip-off
attire based on US navy uniforms, as they did when they were
peddling their own brand of bosh mumbo jumbo in La Boheme,
prior to its shut down in 2008 for asbestos (awe boo hoo, guess
we’ll have to nurture our “thetans” & try to get in better touch with
the “supreme being” elsewhere).
what asinine apparel exemplifies in the superstitious
is not only the need to escape the tribulations of everyday life
which weighs upon us all, but more so, to advertise a chosen
dogmatic & downright daffy way to live, which strengthens
those within the flock, but which is meant to reel new fish in,
so as to perpetuate this idiocy in an age when the species needs
LESS, not more of it.
Religious leaders recognize their own
According to the interpretation of religion
The perceptible person is towards his religion
To charm
To cultivate religion, country, society, self and family
Peace, happiness, health benefits etc.
That
If it is lost then
Get into any religion
People without peace, happiness, health benefits
"I" are just waiting for power to say
Why?
Humans are also the ones living in the great continent
You may have to be sure that the Hekha Sikhs should be
Therefore, one makes a war
Religious teachers have thought to people in the name of religion
Humans have always been absorbed when there is no thought of consciousness
Religion from gurus
Religion gurus may be with you
Only humans are in this world
These are also the creatures in the world
High coat than humans
"So if God created this universe
Who created the god? "
And the same behaviors to devote God to God
The same behavior is to be mischievous
Of course it would not have been
If this is God, then all human beings
For them and the religious leaders should be equal
Why is a discrimination man in human beings?
Religious Guys Who Are You Ever?
Teach the teachings that are free from discrimination
Why Teach Man Differences Between Man?
Humans know heaven or hell after the death of a man
The religion mentor says that it is written in the scriptures
Lost by our respective families today
I am in heaven or hell to anyone
No one has sent a message to anyone
You have not even sent messages to religious leaders
The retirement of suffering in my experience
True religious leaders!
In the deserts of Arabia, Medina had many Hebrews
And Khaybar Oasis was full of farms run by Jews.
To this day Muslims shout Khaybar, defeating Jews hits a chord
Because Mohammed took both places by the power of the sword
After his death Muslim armies took more
Palestine, Syria, Turkey, and that just opened the door
Then they took parts of Persia and Central Asia, these fearsome men
It's hard to believe Egypt and North Africa were Christian back then
Muslims on a roll took Morocco, Algeria and Spain
They did this for the sake of Allah, not for monetary gain
They conquered much of the subcontinent, was it genocide?
Hindus, Sikhs, and Buddhists claim that millions died.
Today, Jihadists wage war from Nigeria to Mozambique
Islam is on the rise, other religions seem quite weak
You don't hear your local church crying for African dead
Their priorities are more parochial, even progressive instead.
Islam also spreads in peaceful ways, I don't want to deceive
Traders have spread the message of the prophet whom they believe
But what strikes me is that Muslims whose ancestors may have been Christians or Jews
When polled today, express missionary views.
It interesting too to see Islam collide with Chinese rule
The Uighurs are being digested; the process very cruel
Nonetheless, Iran and Pakistan all want China's aid
At least for now they're willing to make that moral trade.
History is often made by the tip of the spear
A minority of extremists can maintain and spread the fear
The Koran does say there is no compulsion in belief
But in practice, that Arabian gazelle has teeth.
Even here in the West, if you draw a blasphemous cartoon
Never mind paper freedoms, your end is likely soon.
Whom Should I Blame!
They say Pakistani terrorists attacked the Sunjwan Army Camp
While a martyr's wife cries aloud in a clip
"Su nav moar ne mujahidav , su haav moar army. Ba haav aeses teth...!Mujahid nav heken toad achith"
He was not killed by Mujahids, army killed him. I was there...!Mujahids can't enter there.
Whom should I believe, who is the liar?
Was my dead neighbor really spying for Indian army
Or it was some old 'Ranjish'!
Who killed Dr Goru!
Who killed Moulvi Farooq!
Who killed Jaleel!
Who bouchered the Chattisingpora Sikhs!
Why, our elderly Mukdam was tortured to death by army?
Who dragged the poor farmer's son to guerrilla warfare?
Kashmiris, known for their kindness, are slaughtering each other with knives;
Shooting at each other as hunting a goose!
There are a hundred questions and more.
Whom should I blame!
India? Pakistan? Or my self! Or none but the destiny!
Mughals? Mountbatten? Or Hari Singh?
Or the mad in love Qabayals who had raided us!
Why a border is dividing us into two!
Separating us--families and friends.
Let's go and destroy it with spades and hoe .
Whistle, and beat the drum,
And dance--for hours.
And declare the day as 'Freedom Festival'.
Nations with intimidation
Try to change many a nation
Christian nation; Hindu nation,
Sikhs nation and Muslim Nation...
Could not, we, poets with affection,
Bring about true resurrection...?
Every cloud has silver lining
And with stories all untold
From the far off ocean chambers
From the far off foggy fold
On the puffs of summer zephyr
Come they rowing then unfold
Oceans, rivulets, ponds and Rivers
In the deeps of heart they hold
Sea and desert, heath and temple
On the mounts of elves and fay
In the lanes and yards of Hamlet
Pours they in night and day
Moon and Sun in Nature's wonder
Therest hide and seek play
Ladies cook number of dishes
Kids they row their paper boats
In the lanes in yards of houses
Rowan Thou O tiny boats!
Shepherds to the sheds returning
With the herds of sheep and goats
Cuckoo singth in the Bower
Leaves in showers come afloat
Peasants in the rainy season
Gather they for a debate
Nature's bounties, nature showers
Never under estimate
Wells and motors no more needed
In a glee they calculate
For it they had prayed in temples
For it they in burning noons
Poured watery pails on elders
And then burn the dolls they own
Then all kids they gathered therest
Then they weep and wail in vain
As if they had offered present
To the bounteous heaven's Lord
Shower unto us thy showers
From the sea of Eden yard
While elders , for His mercy
Bowed to him in morn in noon
Distribute they Pots of rice
In the wish of rainy boon
Hindus, Muslims , Sikhs and Christan
Done this all in my Punjab
Oh the days of summer whispers!
Come from mist! O days of yore!
Days of age are days so weary
With the glee they are in war;
I'll see you, scented phantoms
Thou are silent in thy lane
Mango, jasmine, beechen, birches
Scented scented in the rain
Gulls as hermits in the water
Standing in unending lane
In the houses, in this weather
hottest hottest tea and fritters
Winsome coke in awesome weather
With the gossip, sips they take
Rainy weather, rainy season
In this way they celebrate
Every cloud has silver lining
And with stories all untold
From the far off ocean chambers
From the far off foggy fold
On the puffs of summer zephyr
Come they rowing then unfold
Oceans, rivulets, ponds and Rivers
In the deeps of heart they hold
Sea and desert, heath and temple
On the mounts of elves and fay
In the lanes and yards of Hamlet
Pours they in night and day
Moon and Sun in Nature's wonder
Therest hide and seek play
Ladies cook number of dishes
Kids they row their paper boats
In the lanes in yards of houses
Rowan Thou O tiny boats!
Shepherds to the sheds returning
With the herds of sheep and goats
Cuckoo singth in the Bower
Leaves in showers come afloat
Peasants in the rainy season
Gather they for a debate
Nature's bounties, nature showers
Never under estimate
Wells and motors no more needed
In a glee they calculate
For it they had prayed in temples
For it they in burning noons
Poured watery pails on elders
And then burn the dolls they own
Then all kids they gathered therest
Then they weep and wail in vain
As if they had offered present
To the bounteous heaven's Lord
Shower unto us thy showers
From the sea of Eden yard
While elders , for His mercy
Bowed to him in morn in noon
Distribute they Pots of rice
In the wish of rainy boon
Hindus, Muslims , Sikhs and Christan
Done this all in my Punjab
Oh the days of summer whispers!
Come from mist! O days of yore!
Days of age are days so weary
With the glee they are in war;
I'll see you, scented phantoms
Thou are silent in thy lane
Mango, jasmine, beechen, birches
Scented scented in the rain
Gulls as hermits in the water
Standing in unending lane
In the houses, in this weather
hottest hottest tea and fritters
Winsome coke in awesome weather
With the gossip, sips they take
Rainy weather, rainy season
In this way they celebrate
Why the society doesn’t speak about
The persecuted children of Hindus in Pakistan
The persecuted children of Hindus in Bangladesh
The persecuted children of Sikhs in Afganistan
The persecuted children of Christians in Islamic state
The persecuted children of Yazidis in Iraq
The persecuted children of Persians in Iran
The persecuted children of Druze in Syria
The world doesn’t revolve around Gaza
Laced with fake news and misinformation
Jihadis play the victim-card with children on the pedestal of falsification
So, wake up world
And don’t get twirled
In the propaganda of false whirlwind