Fakiri Sikhi Nankana Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the golden dawn, they walked side by side,
Naanak and Ali, with hearts open wide.
To Harminder Sahib, where peace resides,
In the melody of kirtan, their souls abide.

The shabad echoes, soft and clear,
Bringing calm, dispelling fear.
In the langar hall, all sit near,
Sharing meals, spreading cheer.

Naanak's voice, gentle and kind,
Explains the tradition, love intertwined.
Serving others, a joy they find,
In unity, hearts and souls combined.

They sit in silence, in serene embrace,
Finding the Divine in every face.
A morning at the Temple, a sacred space,
Filled with love, hope, and grace.