In the realm of courage, where legends take their flight,
Bhai Bachittar Singh, a warrior shining bright,
Faced a drunken elephant, a colossal, fearsome might,
With his trusty nagni barcha, he entered the fight.
The Mughal's mighty beast, in a drunken, raging spree,
Charged with fury, a force none could foresee,
But Bhai Bachittar Singh, with heart so bold and free,
Stood unwavering, a Sikh of Guru's decree.
With nagni barcha in hand, he faced the immense,
A spear so resolute, a symbol of defense,
In the Guru's name, he'd never recompense,
A fearless warrior, in his sacred recompense.
The wounded elephant, in pain and retreat,
Crushed the Mughals beneath his colossal feet,
Bhai Bachittar Singh's valor, a victory sweet,
In the name of justice, his foes faced defeat.
In the annals of Sikh history, his legend does gleam,
A symbol of courage, in a perilous dream,
Bhai Bachittar Singh, in valor supreme,
A warrior of the Guru, a radiant beam.
With nagni barcha in hand, his name we'll repeat,
A fearless defender, in battles so fleet,
Bhai Bachittar Singh Ji, your bravery so sweet,
In Sikhism's legacy, your story is complete
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Poem Copyright Sarabjeet Singh