LIONS OF CHAMKAUR

 

History is a mystery with magics unknown

Bestowed with miracles and stories untold,

Some so gallant that even today

My blood boils, as I read of them.

Such was a tell of the bravest of men

Who had raised my nation's head high,

Such an example had they then set

That even apocalypses can never deny.

The day was in December of 1705

When the bastard Mughals with darkened fame,

And the ruthless governor of Sirhind district

Wished to erase the Sikh Guru's name.

After beheading Guru Tegh Bahadur,

Who raised voice for the Kashmiri Pandits,

Who's calmness had raised a ferocious fire

A fire that had burnt the Mughal bandits.

With a hope of life and the growing support

Frightened the Mughals and their reign,

And this was perhaps their last option

To capture the Guru and extinguish the flame.

He ordered his soldiers to mix up with kingdoms

And convince the hill kings and the treacherous Rajputs,

To combine and arm with all their might

And hunt down the lions of Anandpur.

But none had the courage to attack from front

So they made a win-win deal,

Asked Guru Govind Ji with all his men

To leave Anandpur and thence leave free.

The Sikhs had no problem as it was peaceful

But the Mughals were after all, bastards by nature,

They attacked them from behind near river Sarsa

As their principles were but hollow caricatures.

A bitter war took place, and many people died

Luckily Zorawar and Fateh Singh had crossed,

The Sarsa, before it was flooded by cloudburst

And the greedy Mughals, were water-locked.

Guruji with his small battalion of Sikhs

Had sought a shelter for the night's stay,

Never the world knew it was so close to see

A miracle in history the very next day.

The Garhi where the Singhs boarded, had limited resources

And the Mughal wolves had packed all around,

But inside, the 40 Sikhs with their Guru

Had a great zeal of fierce battle profound.

The Mughals under Wazir Khan showered arrows

Targeting at the Singhs in the fort,

Few Singhs were killed by the uncanny attack

While the others sharpened their avenging swords.

The counts were uneven, with 40 mere Sikhs

And 10 lakhs of Mughals, waiting like hounds,

The result were promising on the enemy side

But the valour of our lions, knew no bounds.

Ajit Singh summoned all his lions and said

"We all are lucky to face this day,

To show not the enemy but to the entire world

That even a fistful can change the game."

Guru Govind Ji blessed all his kinsmen and roared

A roar that is even popular till today,

That what use is a Lion of, that fights in equals

A Lion is a Lion when it fights thousands.

And with that power, and blessings of the Lord

Small groups of five Sikhs charged in war,

Each killing a hundred or even more

And roaring a roar heard clear from far.

Spears came flying, but tears boiled to blood

Each Singh fought like there was no tomorrow,

And when a brave fell, fighting hundreds

The others were charged, not hurt by sorrow.

That day each arrow of the Singhs

Pierced like spears through the armours of Mughals,

Each stroke of sword of those great souls

Struck like lightning on those filthy cowards.

The skies turned dark and fog curtained

The Mughal hogs were grunting in fear,

As the lions have gone really rogue

Writing death notes for them who cross near.

The battle didn't last for more than a day

Although it was so intense,

That even the celestials looking down on earth

Shivered in fear with the swords' resonance.

So gallantly they fought and so bloody was the war

That even Athens would bow to the Sikhs,

A hammer of handful fearless youths

Broke the walls of the unbreakable bricks.

Even Ajit and Jujhar went on

The Guru never stopped his own children,

This showed how generous and equal he was

As all Singhs and Singhnis were his own children.

Each Sahibzadah fought like an army

Who alone could tear off the flesh of the foes

The Khalsa Blues with turbans Saffron

Hunted the filthy Mughal boars.

The blow of the forties shook the million 

As a fist has the power to break a big palm,

Although the Mughals captured the fort

All they won was null and none.

But Wazir was unable to get hold of Guru Govind

And that had a serious aftermath,

When Banda Bahadur demolished Mughal fame

And like fire showered his revenge wrath.

Wars happen even today

Although the agendas had changed,

Changed are times, changed are weapons

Changed are every part of the game.

But when you will go through pages of war history

And search for the heroes of the most bloody wars

You will find it apexed by those forty

Fearless and gallant, Lions of Chamkaur.

- Lucifer