Two roads diverged from
Your wise mind,
The first one, dark but comfortable,
The other's brightness
Made me blind.
You were the one amongst all men
Who chose the second path,
Though it could've snatched your comfort
Still you chose to clean the dirt.
Forgetting all sorrows and deep pain,
When you fell down,
You stood up again,
Everyday seeing you run ahead
The effort you put in,
Moralized the dead.
"Oh see! He's come to
Burn the ground",
As soon as you came,
Cheered the hound.
The race began, the whistle blew,
You started to run, but then you flew.
'The Flying Sikh'
truly describes you,
Milkha Singh ji,
Hats off to you.