In the pages of history, a tale so grand,
Of Bhai Jaita Ji, with a noble heart and hand.
Carrying Guru Teg Bahadar Ji's head with grace,
To Anandpur Sahib, in a sacred, solemn embrace.
"Rangrete Guru Ke Bete," they hailed his name,
For his devotion to the Guru, his undying flame.
With the Guru's severed head, he rode with pride,
Through perilous journeys, with the Guru as his guide.
Through forests dense and rivers wide,
Bhai Jaita Ji remained undaunted, with courage as his guide.
In the darkest hours, he carried the Guru's divine light,
To Anandpur Sahib, where hearts took flight.
The sacrifice he made, the journey he'd tread,
For the Guru's teachings, he'd willingly spread.
"Rangrete Guru Ke Bete," a title well-earned,
In Sikh history, his devotion forever burned.
In Anandpur Sahib, his arrival was a sacred day,
The Guru's head reunited, in homage, they'd pray.
Bhai Jaita Ji, the embodiment of faith,
A symbol of love, in Sikhism's wondrous wraith.
"Rangrete Guru Ke Bete," in reverence we say,
For Bhai Jaita Ji's devotion, we honor him today.
In the annals of Sikh history, his legacy is set,
A loyal son of the Guru, we'll never forget.
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Poem Copyright Sarabjeet Singh
