If I say anything the darkness won't tolerate it
If I stay silent what will the lamps say about me
If my song dies this night
How will my friends tolerate me
Perhaps it's only wishful thinking
That a lamp will burn on my grave
If this wind sustains
Leave aside graves
Even lamps of homes will extinguish
Written by the legendary poet of Punjab, Padam Shree S. Surjit Singh Patar.
I read this poem as a child in school.
Each word resonates true to this day. Especially today.
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I have some bad news for some of you. Sikhs don't owe you an explanation. We have survived over five hundred years without your validation. We will survive another five thousand. Don't like Langar? Don't eat at one. Don't like Sikhs? Move to Nepal. This is our country.
One advantage of this whole protest is that atleast the pretence is over. Atleast your bigotry is at full display. We don't crave your indulgence. Think what you want. If our gurus' sacrifices cannot sway you we can't. Roll on tje feces of your hatred. Enjoy yourself.
We will keep doing what we've always been doing. Serving the needy, protecting the weak. Wearing and using weapons to protect the oppressed. Your Zee news and Sudarshan TV won't change us. Aurangzeb wasn't able to. So what are you?