Bravehearts - 10
Bravehearts - 10
The dawn, sinister,
starts with rapturous praying.
Bewail nor they moan.
Doting promise to meet soon,
lovingly, she cuddles them.
One last embrace here,
a last greeting, warm Fateh.
She trusts them to Lord,
And two junior moons step out,
radiant spotless crescents.
The court is ready.
The assassins are ready.
Brave hawks are ready.
Brick by brick, the wall of sins.
Sonorous Japji begins.
Like lunar eclipse,
the wall rises, inch by inch,
hiding two angels.
Wall rises, so does a jinx.
Wall rises and Sirhind sinks.
Whispers from the wall.
Sussarations of prayers,
slowly fall silent.
Omnipotent, Thy pure name,
the wall breaks, like a cracked frame.
Brazen falcons rasp.
Every breath, Thy rosary.
Whispers of Thy name.
Swift, the knife of assassins,
Smoothly, it slices the kins.
The rivulet weeps.
Gran, the graceful soul, departs
to keep her promise.
Todar Mal buys land with gold.
Flames of pier make Khalsa bold.