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A Mother Prays:
For Young Angad Singh As He Leaves Home For Third Year of College







It’s been a while …

This act of love

I got to perform.


He has been away

Wings he has got

Comes home rarely

Pulled by this cord.


The cord of love,

The cord of color,

The cord of joy,

The cord of pain.


I wash; they bleed.

I rinse; they gleam.

I squeeze; they smile.

I spread them to dry

My home comes alive

Inside and out.


Colors abound

My heart blooms

The wind bows

The sun touches their feet.


I fold them

My hands tremble

I stack them

Tears flow.


Waheguru on my lips

Ardaas in my heart;

May this cord

Five yards long

Be his crown

Be his ground

Be his strength

His ultimate love.


And …


May my hands

Always have the privilege

To perform this act

All life long.



August 27, 2014


Conversation about this article

1: Biren Kaur (Patiala, Punjab), August 27, 2014, 2:52 PM.

A most sacred act of love ... by a mother for her son, by a wife for her husband, by a woman for her lover ... and, where applicable, vice versa.

2: Sangat Singh (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia), August 27, 2014, 8:06 PM.

Gurmeet ji, since God was so busy, He made mothers and such compassionate, loving and graceful ones too, in answer to the prayer: "raam-ee-aa ha-o-baaik tayra" -- "Because I am your child ..." [GGS:478.14].

3: Harpreet (Atlanta, Georgia, USA), August 28, 2014, 9:36 AM.

Beautiful poem, Gurmeet bhain ji. You have expressed your thoughts and feelings so beautifully. The love of a mother ...!

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