The Forgotten Sacrifices come alive only when retold Sartaaj thy thankless naive self shall never be forgiven by the yore, How! the mind has forgotten the invaluable haritage of saceifices, mounted on the spiked wheels the sikhs showed how to pay unparelleled obeisance to their Faith. Thus spake a passerby,O honourable one, They say many a brave-heart are thy kins. Onarrate to us tales of their valour and sacrifices Of their unique undying love and tale of their brave leader Whose resolve no battlefield could deter. They say many a brave-heart are thy kins. Thus spake a passerby ... Imbuled in Lords love at Chamkaur the brave hearts fought And bared their chests as the arrows rained, Each fought with fervour against lacks. To die a martyr was eachs tought Electrified by such passion was each brave heart. They say many a brave-heart are thy kins. Thus spake a passerby ... What was the fount of valour of the children? They challenged the tyrant while being bricked alive. Why did the children no tremble with fear? They fortified the foundation of their Faith with cheer. To Sarhind, the same wall beckons me. They say many a brave-heart are thy kins. Thus spake a passerby ... The Wizard of the sword blessed the followers with eternal victory. He was the defender of the weak and the bestower of bounty. Hail! the Saintly General, The Master of golden hawk, The One who turned profound; shallow poets like Sartaaj. Turned the pen of the poets into a sword. Thus spake a passerby ...O honourable one, They say many a brave-heart are thy kins. Onarrate to us tales of their valour and sacrifices Of their unique undying love and tale of their brave leader Whose resolve no battlefield could deter. They say many a brave-heart are thy kins. Thus spake a passerby .................................................
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