“Fall In Love With A Lion” Poem Receives Tremendous Response

This next poem is a poem I had written some time last year after having some conversations with some Sikh women and some Sikh men about the issues they were having growing up with their Sikh identity and with their own appearance.

Obviously growing up in a western society that was telling them what’s attractive, what’s beautiful, what they should eat, how they should dress, how they should look, and they were surrounded by images of clean shaven men with short cut hair and they were questioning their own identity.

So this is a poem I wrote so that regardless of your appearance, I wanted Sikh men and women to feel beautiful within their own skin.

This is my poem “Fall In Love With A Lion”

I dream of his free-flowing beard,

His magnificent mane, curled and twisted along his beautiful strong jaw.

I want his heavy hands, his paws, to bare weight on mine.

I’ll admire each strand of his hair as it slips down his fierce back when he removes his crown.

KING of the jungle.

I want the sound of his thick steel kara clinging to make my hair rise.

His simran beads on his left hand to jingle.

I want him to twist his mucha when he thinks.

I don’t want him speak, I want him to roar. Spilling REVOLUTIONS from his word.

A growl from his throat that sends THUNDERS through my chest.

I want to be taken into his pride. I will be his family.

We shall run wild and free in the savanna. Hunt for our dreams together. We shall change the world.

I will accept his weaknesses, his war wounds, his scars, I will help make him stronger.

I will see his soft SOUL hidden under that velvet skin.

Whenever he feels caged,

I’ll free him.

Whenever he feels raged,

I’ll tame him.

In Sanskrit he will be my Simha.

For our cubs he’d be their Simba.

Do not doubt me, do not have me mistaken.

I shall not be his lamb.

I will be his SHERNI. His resident Queen.

My Lion. My Sher. My Singh.

Why would you doubt yourself when you have STRENGTH and power written in your name?

Why would you not find yourself beautiful? Breath taking.

So I wonder… Why would a Sherni want to be with a lamb when she should find her equal..

She could fall in love with a Lion.

Jaspreet Kaur

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