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On the sacred occasion of Shaheedi Gurpurab, I offer this humble haiku in remembrance of Guru Arjan Dev Ji's unwavering faith, grace, an...

Saturday, April 8, 2023

Love finds its way

There are times
when we clash.
Ablaze, we sleep.
The night grows
and the sleepy me
unknowingly tilts over 
to your side of bed
and snuggle by your side.
Like nothing had happened.
A sunshine ray.
Tomorrow starts with you.
Love finds its way.
Every single time.

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 
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