Poetic Tribute To The Chaar Sahibzaade By: Nirmolak Heera 31-12-2016 We are the offspring of our KingOur worldly Father, Guru Gobind SinghListen up, take note, this is our storyOur ultimate sacrifice, our unique gloryWe settled in Anandpur, the city of blissLearning Gatka, it was our wishHorse riding, archery and self-defenceBeing always prepared, the hours we spentZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadWe were happy and contentLiving life as it was meantThis was short lived; it was not to beWhat then unfolded, made historyDespite taking an oath on the Holy QuranThe Mughal Empire had ulterior plansLeave the fort; we will not attackBut when it came to honour, they turned their backZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadThis was the moment; when we all separateCrossing the Sirsa, before it’s too lateNever again did we reuniteLost forever, in the darkest nightThen came the battle, of ChamkaurThe scene was set; we could resist no moreWe sought thy blessing; we sought thy permissionOur brothers were calling; this was our missionZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadSetting the example for all to seeWalking the talk, not wanting to fleeOutnumbered we were, in the Battle of ChamkaurYet still no fear, no blame or flawWe laid down our life, but even then,It was our terms, our choice and whenPhysical death we did not fearBole So Nihaal, was our constant cheerZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadFighting the battle was not about the winStanding up for the truth, for kith and kinTolerating injustice is a cowardly actThis was not our way; and we did not crackGangu, the servant had betrayed our GuruIn return for money he sold the truthThe Cold Tower lay in awaitFateh, Zorawar & Mata Gujri’s fateZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadWe were offered treasures, money and moreGive up your faith, was their continuous callDespite our tender ages of 6 & 9,We stood firm, we committed no crimeWhat was our strength, how did we cope?Mata Gujri, our Daadi, gave us hopeIn her sangat,we both were toldAccept thy will, be true and boldZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadLate December, amidst chilly nightsNo food, or shelter, this was our plightRepeated torture to change our thoughtBut we couldn’t be broken; we couldn’t be boughtMoti Mehra, a Guru’s true SikhServed us hot milk, despite the riskHe showed courage, compassion and careThis was true seva and ever so rareZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadMata Gujri, bid us farewellHugged us and told us not to dwellYou are the sons of Guru Gobind SinghA saintly-soldier; A King of KingsBrick them alive, then came the callMake them stand, within a wallThey showed no mercy, and it must be saidWhen all else failed, they took our headsZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadWe were only, 6 & 9Remember our names and remember this timeThe history books, will openly declareThe youngest Shaheeds, who had valour and dareAs you gather with family, relatives and friendsReflect, discuss and change the trendTell your children, and all who careA unique sacrifice, something so rareZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadThey say that Christmas, is time of givingMeeting loved ones, eating and livingFor his beloved Khalsa, he gave us allHis parents and sons answered the callAs parents we care, for our offspringCherish and nurture them, we give everythingOur concerns and worries, are forever endlessAnd should anything happen, we become senselessZorawar, Fateh, Ajit te JujharShaheedi unha di kareyo yaadYet, here is a Father, who despite his lossGently taps us on the shoulder, in case we forgotI gave you my parents and my dearest fourBut I still have you; (the Khalsa), I need no moreThis is my offering to all brother and sistersMy friends, loved ones and respected eldersForgive my errors and any flawI’m nothing but a servant at the Gurus doorBy Nirmal Singh (Slough)25.12.2016ਵਾਹਿਗੁਰੂ