Thursday, October 11, 2007

THE SIKH MOTHERS YOU KNOW NOT

Mata Gurnam Kaur, Shaheed Bhai Harjinder Singh Jinda's mother
who embraced martyrdom alongwith Bhai Sukhdev Singh Sukha
after punishing Vaidya for his crimes.


PURAN SINGH

While the dawn was yet young a Sikh mother emerged out of

Space, and was seen moving towards the Golden Temple at

Amritsar.

“Whither are you going mother?” said Dewan Kauramall. A minister

Of the Mughal ruler of Lahore.

“To the Guru’s Temple,” said she, “to-day assemble there the Guru’s

Khalsa, the holy ones, and I have come to bathe myself and my

child in the current of Nam.”

“But the opening of the temple to the Khalsa to-day is treachery,”

Said the Dewan, “The imperial forces are here to kill every one

That enters the temple.

To-day there will be a great massacre of the Khalsa.”

“What matters it, O good man,” said the Sikh mother, “if my blood

Be mingled with the waters of immortality, it is no death?”

“Have pity on your innocent child,” said the Dewan.

“I loved him so I bring him with me; this death is life for us. You do

not know,” said she and passed on.

Wednesday, October 10, 2007

Aaj Bazar Mein -- Faiz Ahmed Faiz

Chasham-e-Nam, Jan-e-shorida kafi nahin
tuhmat-e-ishaq poshida kafi nahin
aaj bazar mein pabejolan chalo
dast afshan chalo, mast o raksan chalo
khak barsar chalo, khoon badaman chalo
rah takta hay sub sher-e-jana chalo
hakim-e-sher bhi, majma-e-aam bhi
teer-e-ilzam bhi, sung-e-dushnam bhi
subh-e-nashad bhi, roz-e-nakam bhi
in ka dam saz apnay siwa kon hay
sher-e-jana main aab ba sifa kon hay
dast-e-qatil kay shayan raha kon hay
rakht-e-dil bandh lo dil figaro chalo
phir hameen qatl ho aayin yaro chalo

Saturday, October 06, 2007

ਤ੍ਰੇਲ਼ ਤੇ ਸੂਰਜ



ਭਾਈ ਵੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ

ਘਾਹ ਉੱਤੇ ਮੈਂ ਪਈ ਤ੍ਰੇਲ਼ ਹਾਂ
ਨੈਣ ਨੈਣ ਹੋ ਰਹੀਆਂ,
‘ਦਰਸ-ਪਯਾਸ’ ਵਿਚ ਨੈਣ ਭਰ ਰਹੇ,
ਪਾਣੀ ਪਾਣੀ ਹੋਈਆਂ
‘ਦਰਸ-ਪਯਾਸ’ ਹੁਣ ਰੂਪ ਮਿਰਾ ਹੈ,
ਮੈਂ ਵਿਚ ਹੋਰ ਨ ਬਾਕੀ,-
ਚੜ੍ਹਾਂ ਅਰਸ਼ੋਂ, ਆ ਅੰਗ ਲੱਗਾਂ,
ਮੈਂ ਵਿਛੀ ਤਿਰੇ ਰਾਹ ਪਈਆਂ।।

ਕੋਈ ਹਰਿਆ ਬੂਟ ਰਹਿਓ ਰੀ




ਭਾਈ ਵੀਰ ਸਿੰਘ

ਮੀਂਹ ਪੈ ਹਟਿਆ ਤਾਰ ਨਾਲ਼ ਇਕ
ਤੁਪਕਾ ਸੀ ਲਟਕੰਦਾ
ਡਿਗਦਾ ਜਾਪੇ, ਪਰ ਨਾਂ ਡਿੱਗੇ;
ਪੁਛਿਆਂ ਰੋਇ ਸੁਣੰਦਾ:
“ਅਰਸ਼ਾਂ ਤੋਂ ਲੱਖਾਂ ਹੀ ਸਾਥੀ
ਕੱਠੇ ਹੋ ਸਾਂ ਆਏ,
“ਕਿਤ ਵਲ ਲੋਪ ਯਾਰ ਓ ਹੋਏ?
ਮੈਂ ਲਾ ਨੀਝ ਤਕੰਦਾ।”