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Thy falcons

Our dry, parched souls,
yearning for salvation.
You sprinkled us,
with nectar of Thy name,
reviving us,
infusing us with spirit,
to live and to love,
instilling the zeal,
to seek light,
filling the feeble fledglings,
with vigor and valor.
From the yielding cubs,
to the brave-heart lions,
from the naïve sparrows,
to fierce falcons,
you made us stand
with a head held high
and a heart, free of fear.
The firebrand, stirred,
permanently,
with service and sacrifice,
phoenix resides,
in our hearts now.
We are known to be
the pure ones,
The Khalsa,
Thy Chosen Children,
initiated on Thy path,
(mentally and spiritually),
and we strive,
with every strand of our being,
to be worthy of this honour.
Forever.


Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

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