ਮੈਂ ਵਾਰੀ ਆਪਣੇ ਰਾਮ ਦੇ, ਜਿਸ ਮਿਲਿਆਂ ਦੁਖ ਜਾਂਦੇ।"
— Bhai Vir Singh, Mere Sayian Jio
Bhai Vir Singh wrote this during a period when he had lost close companions and was navigating the grief of watching traditional Punjabi Sikh life erode under colonial pressure. He was not speaking abstractly about suffering — he was writing from inside it, after real deaths and real dislocations. This line names something specific: that grief does not just fade on its own, but lifts when something greater than the loss is present. For anyone carrying a loss today, that is not a small claim — it is a direct one.
Reflection
Grief often settles in when we feel there is nothing left to turn toward. What specific person, practice, or belief helped you bear a real loss you have experienced?