Columnists
The Month of Poh
A Poem by INNI KAUR
December 14, 2017 - January 12, 2018
The month of Poh has arrived.
My shawl is soaked.
Cold bites my bones,
My being shivers.
Where have you gone?
Leaving me alone,
Why have you gone?
I have no knowledge.
The nights of Poh are relentless,
Like the mountain’s harshness.
I cannot see the moon and stars,
Every night is torturous.
Beloved, without you,
My courtyard is empty,
My home is foreign.
Alone, I weep.
O’ Beloved!
Without you, I am nothing.
Tell me,
Do you feel something?
O' Beloved!
I wait
In agony
For you …
* * * * *
The above verse is inspired by Bhai Vir Singh's "Kant Mahali" poem.
Inni Kaur is the CEO of the Sikh Research Institute. She is also the author of ‘Journey with the Gurus’ series, 'Sakhi-Time With Nani Ji' and 'Thank You, Vahiguru.'
December 27, 2017
Conversation about this article
1: Ajit Singh Batra (Pennsville, New Jersey, USA), December 30, 2017, 1:26 PM.
Inni ji: Agam agocharaa tairaa ant n paayaa (Ramkali M3 Anand). "O Waheguru, You are incomprehensible and unfathomable. No one knows your limits ..."