"Ah ! Well, let my hair grow long;

    I cannot forget the knot He tied on my head;

    It is sacred, it is his mark of remembrance.

    The Master has bathed me

    In the light of suns not yet seen;

    There is eternity bound in this tender fragile knot.

    I touch the sky when I touch my hair,

    And a thousand stars twinkle through the night.

    Who says the hair is no more than grass ?

    Yet a single hair is a dear remembrance,

    An heirloom, a trust, a pledge, a love,

    A vow, an inspiration.

    My form is but a statue of dumb gratitude

    for The knot of Friendship tied by those Kings of Eternity,

    The Gurus who came to the Punjab;

    The Saviours who were gracious to love me,

    and Made me a home in the Realm of Eternal Beauty."

    Puran Singh

    Extract from Hail Hair !
    by Dr. Birendra Kaur