A Poem About My Sikh Guru Drawing
Come with me
I'm a Sikh Guru
You will see
I don't wear a shoe
I stoke my beard
In a pose of thought
Sometimes I'm jeered
I've never been caught
Like David Blaine
I will mesmerize
With feats of wonder
You won't believe your eyes
My turban is sweet
It protects my brain
Me jewels are neat
I am not vain
My eyes will pierce
Into your soul
With lazer beams
I turn bronze to gold
See you next time
-Mulga
