by Rakind Kaur
Sometimes I think you are naive
sometimes you seem a hopeless romantic
At times I think
you might just be a true idealist
or perhaps the idiot
who ends up dead in some ditch
No matter how you see yourself
the fate of those
who stick to their hope
with uncompromising principles
is to become a unmarked tombstone;
so says the world.
Whatever the fate may be,
just that or even worse,
I am creature of nature,
who foster hopes and dreams.
I know not how to
not follow them,
or give up in-between.
And I know not
what that makes me
to this dreary world,
I stand by my feelings
true and strong
defening every thrust.
If I were to define it,
I would say
that’s what makes me Sikh.
I am a Kaur,
I need no saving.
I am the saver of the rest
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