Waheguru — fire in sound,
Hits like lightning, shakes the ground.
To minds asleep, in shadow tied,
It cracks the shell where ego hides.
Waheguru — no sweet perfume,
It’s thunder roaring through the room.
For souls still trapped in dream and doubt,
One shot of Naam can pull them out.
Waheguru — no dull cliché,
It slays the false, then walks away.
Where Maya builds its golden cage,
This bullet tears through fear and rage.
Waheguru — the silent gun,
That fires Truth and leaves none stunned.
The sleeper stirs, the blind one sees,
The chains fall off, the soul finds peace.
Waheguru — aimed at pride,
Hits the place where lies reside.
No shield can block, no mask can hold,
When Truth is fired in rhymes this bold.
Waheguru — more than sound,
It’s the Sword that cuts all bounds.
To minds enwrapped in dark pretense,
Naam arrives. No more defense.
