My turban is
having one of those days;
tied ten different ways,
causing eyebrows to raise
and eyeballs to gaze.
My turban is
proof that persistence pays.
My turban is
a celestial smile,
beaming for miles and miles;
an eternal style,
not some casual trial
by a fickle child.
My turban is
always worth my while.
My turban is
a spiritual facelift,
suave and swift;
a fabric forklift,
fit to uplift
over every rift.
My turban is
Guru Gobind Singh’s gift.
My turban is
a cool, sacred sheet,
wrapped pleat by pleat,
nice and neat;
a warm, winding street,
leading me to the Guru’s feet.
My turban is
now complete.
Written by: Harmohanjit Singh
Burnaby, BC, Canada
ਸਤਿਗੁਰਬਚਨਕਮਾਵਣੇਸਚਾਏਹੁਵੀਚਾਰੁ॥