Unlock the Shabd — let it cut clean,
Like lightning slicing through the dream.
A soundless sound, a roaring hum,
That breaks the chains we’ve all become.
This realm, a trap of fivefold breath —
Lust, Anger, Greed… the dance of death.
But when the current hums within,
The Lion wakes beneath the skin.
No fear, no leash, no compromise,
Just fire behind awakened eyes.
High on Naam, with razor grace —
I prowl through Maya, face to face.
Assassination day — ego’s fall,
The final blow… I hear the Call.
Not blood, but falsehood meets its end —
When Shabd becomes both sword and friend.
