A slave at your door

Vaheguru Jee,
I sit here awaiting you, tears rolling down my eyes...
Oh my lord, I’ve finally renounced all and have come knocking at your door,
Please accept me as your true sikh, I promise I wont be unfaithful again for sure...

I gave my heart, love to the temporary and attached myself to this transitory show,
But when I took amrit didn’t I promise to sell my head to you,
I never really did and thats why all this woe,
Finally here to serve you with all my heart,

How can I live without your naam,
You are the only companion I need, how can I even begin to praise you?
As each moment passes by, I will keep you clasped to my heart,
Naam is the truth, the rare jewel,

Rare are those who appreciate and hold onto the naam,
While others waste away and lose this game of life..
Maya is out there to get us all,
But “Says Kabeer, you can win or lose”

Bhenjee thank you for sharing such a wonderful heart-felt poem. It is very touching to read such bairaag and prem.

O my sister,including me & all we,
forgotten naam, though on knee,
waiting for you,O my SatGuru,

our SatGuru always like the Sea,
but,who can save that foolish fish,
remains thirsty being in the Sea,

Guru Nanak knocked doors years before,
but,never let our SatGuru come inside,
even not for once,not single a time,

A truth,our nature of being bite,
like always be a evil for fake pride,
that's why doesn't matter,
how often all we cried,

may Guru sahib jee do kirpa,
with his, soul pleasing Light,
bless everyone through Naam,
Only then our ego will be calm......