THE CHAAR SAHIBZAADE – POEM

We are the offspring of our King
Our worldly Father, Guru Gobind Singh

Listen up, take note, this is our story
Our ultimate sacrifice, our unique glory

We settled in Anandpur, the city of bliss
Learning Gatka, it was our wish

Horse riding, archery and self-defence
Being always prepared, the hours we spent

We were happy, and content
Living life, as it was meant

This was short lived, it was not to be
What then unfolded, made history

Despite taking an oath, on the Holy Quran
The Mughal Empire, had ulterior plans

Leave the fort, we will not attack
When it came to honour, they turned their back

This was the moment, when we all separate
Crossing the Sirsa, before it’s too late

Never again, did we reunite
Lost forever, in the darkest night

Then came the battle, of Chamkaur
The scene was set, we could resist no more

We sought thy blessing, we sought thy permission
Our brothers were calling, this was our mission

Setting the example, for all to see
Walking the talk, not wanting to flee

Outnumbered we were, in the Battle of Chamkaur
Yet still no fear, no blame or flaw

We laid down our life, but even then,
It was our terms, our choice and when

Physical death, we did not fear
Bole So Nihaal, was our constant cheer

Fighting the battle, was not about the win
Standing up for the truth, for kith and kin

Tolerating injustice, is a cowardly act
This was not our way, and we did not crack

Gangu, the servant, had betrayed our Guru
In return for money, he sold the truth

The Cold Tower, lay in await
Fateh, Zorawar, & Mata Gujri’s fate

We were offered treasures, money and more
Give up your faith, was their continuous call

Despite our tender ages, of six and nine,
We stood firm, we committed no crime

What was our strength, how did we cope?
Mata Gujri, our Daadi, gave us hope

In her sangat, we both were told
Accept thy will, be true and bold

Late December, amidst chilly nights
No food, or shelter, this was our plight

Repeated torture, to change our thought
But we couldn’t be broken, we couldn’t be bought

Moti Mehra, a Guru’s true Sikh
Served us hot milk, despite the risk

He showed courage, compassion and care
This was true seva, and ever so rare

Mata Gujri, bid us farewell
Hugged us and told us, not to dwell

You are the sons, of Guru Gobind Singh
A Saintly-Soldier, A King of Kings

Brick them alive, then came the call
Make them stand, within a wall

They showed no mercy, and it must be said
When all else failed, they took our heads

We were only, six and nine
Remember our names and remember this time

The history books, will openly declare
The youngest Shaheeds, who had valour & dare

As you gather with family, relatives and friends
Reflect, discuss, and change the trend

Tell your children, and all who care
A unique sacrifice, something so rare

They say that Christmas, is time of giving
Meeting loved ones, eating and living

For his beloved Khalsa, he gave us all
His parents and sons, answered the call

As parents we care, for our offspring
Cherish and nurture them, we give everything

Our concerns and worries, are forever endless
& should anything happen, we become senseless

Yet, here is a Father, who despite his loss
Gently taps us on the shoulder, in case we forgot

I gave you my parents, and my dearest four
But I still have you, (the Khalsa), I need no more

This is my offering, to all brother and sisters
My friends, loved ones, and respected elders

Forgive my errors, and any flaw
I’m nothing but a servant, at the Gurus door

Zorawar, Fateh, Ajit Te Jujhaar
Shaheedi Unha Di Rakheyo Yaad