the flowers of guru ji..

[pkaur]

wahegurooo wahegurooo waheguroo waheguroo wahegurooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

>The Flowers of Guru Jee

>

>

>It had been 3 days, long hot summer days. Sukh Nidhaan Singh was close to

>dyeing, as he lay there in a wooden cage on a cart drawn by two horses.

>

>He had been captured by the mughal forces near the jungles of Afghan. He

>hadn't slept or eaten properly for days so he was weak when he was pounced

>upon by the mughal soldiers. He had put up a good fight and even killed a few

>of them, but he was injured and he was overpowered and captured. The mughal

>soldiers had tied him upside down from a tree and beaten him severely. The

>mughal Soldiers thought that instead of killing him they would take him to

>their Nawaab, he would be pleased with the fine specimen of Sikh warrior they

>had caught. They thought it would be a good challenge to try and convert this

>Kafir.

>

>It had been 5 months of traveling since Sukh Nidhaan had seen another Sikh.

>The last time was 5 months ago he met a Sikh messenger traveling to take news

>to Baba Deep Singh Ji. When he met the gursikh he fell to the floor and cried

>at the gursikhs feet. The gursikh embraced him and comforted him. The gursikh

>had to leave immediately as his message was of great urgency. Sukh Nidhaan

>Singh told him that he was traveling towards Amritsar to meet his brothers

>once again. They both said there Fateh! and departed. And that was five

>months ago... And how he longed to be with his family of Sikhs once again.

>

>He remembered the times when he was together with his ban

d of fellow Sikh

>Warriors. They were a band of Sikh warriors who had been given the duty to

>uproot certain mughal bases And strongholds to damage the great mughal force.

>They were given the task of also rescuing any kidnapped women taken as slaves

>by the Mughals And returning them to their villages. He was now the last of

>his Jatha And now, even he had been caught And was being taken to the Nawaab

>of this District.

>

>He lay in the small cage barely big enough to sit in And he was dyeing

>slowly. The energy had been sucked from him by The beatings And The immense

>sun. Suddenly he was awoken as water splashed onto his face. A mughal Soldier

>on horseback trotting alongside The carriage laughed And drank some water

>form his pouch And spat at Sukh Nidhaan Singh once again.

>

>"Not long to go now.... you DOG!" The mughal laughed again at Sukh Nidhaan

>Singh.

>

>Another mughal ahead shouted "We're almost there I can see The tower from

>here"

>

>Two other mughal soldiers pulled up alongside The moving carriage on

>horseback from behind And They mocked Sukh Nidhaan Singh;

>

>"HaHa! you'd better be ready, soon, you will have The honour of becoming one

>of US! And not a dog like your kind"

>

>Sukh Nidhaan Singh stared at The soldier fiercely, And as he struggled

>"Never...ever.. I will die... first"

>

>The Mughals continued to mock him...

>

>"Yes we've caught many of your kind, And most of them chose The wealth And

>The riches. After a few beatings They always come round to OUR way of

>thinking"

>

>"Yes! even last month there was that big one, one of your Sikhs, he was

>beaten in public And After he was begging to be accepted by us."

>

>"Yes countless Sikh have changed, And They now live in luxury with good homes

>And women, a big reward awaits you if you make The right decision.

>

>Sukh Nidhaan Singh was hurt at The thought

of his Sikh brothers giving up And

>betraying their Guru And The Khalsa. It seriously damaged his esteem And he

>started to wonder.. If he had The strength to keep his love for Gurujee until

>death... if so many had given up.. Then what would become of him.. Who was

>he? was he any different....He pondered on his situation And The anxiety he

>felt deeply as he heard The Mughals laughing And telling stories of how many

>Sikhs had been converted And now served The mughal empire.

>

>As he looked into The distance along The long rough road, he saw fields And

>field of flowers in The distance, he wondered what place this was. His eyes

>were to weak And damaged to see properly. But he could make out The many

>fields stretching into The vast horizon. He lay back in The cage And wondered

>about His Sikh brothers And what would become of him And He made a plea to

>Satguru...

>

>"Oh Guru! teacher of truth. Great warrior from The heavens.. I know now that

>my end is near. Please Gurujee, PLEASE! Bless me with The courage to uphold

>justice And dharam to The end. May I Die but never let go of your hand. You

>are my mighty guardian And now Satguru I ask of you, please bless me with The

>strength And valour to persevere to The end And die a noble death but never

>give up my beloved Sikhi And the hair on my head. And Satgurujee Dyaal!

>Please bless me with The darshan of Gursikhs once again, my eyes are

>thirsting for The vision of my beloved Khalsa warriors, my family The Khalsa"

>

>And at that He lay back lifeless in His cage. With Gods name on His Mind...

>He repeated again And again... Vaaahegrooohhh.... vaaaahegroohhh...

>Vaaahegroohh..... vaaahegroohhh...."

>

>...A few minutes And He lost himself in meditation.

>

>Suddenly!! The cart jolted And Sukh Nidhaan Singh Ji was awoken from His lazy

>meditation. He looked out into The fields And saw The Flowers. He couldn't

>believ

e His eyes... He sat upright and He looked in amazement!He could not

>contain the emotion And The tears started to pour from His eyes.... every

>single pore on His body stood to attention...and He felt them shiver.....

>through His soul....

>

>THE FLOWERS.. He had seen were not flowers... but They were fields And fields

>of Spears stuck into The ground....and on each spear He saw The head of a

>Khalsa warrior. Some scalped, some beaten, some without The eyes, some burnt,

>some boiled.. And some He recognized.... alas. He had The darshan of The

>Khalsa once again.. And The sight was too beautiful.... there ware fields And

>fields of Gursikhs heads on spears as far as He could see into The

>distance... The tears He could not contain....

>

>The Mughals thought that this site would break Sukh Nidhaan Singh down... but

>Sukh Nidhaan Singh sat upright in the cage with a firm look of strength and

>nobility on His face... He thought He should show a brave face to His Sikh

>brothers.... The emotion powerful... He felt His spirits rise to The skies..

>His strength came back.

>

>He was so proud of these great warriors, His brothers The, KHALSA, They had

>died but not given up their Love for Sikhi, truth and justice. They had not

>wavered in The face of torture... And had kept their faith till The end.

>

>This gave him strength And courage And He thought to himself. "I was a fool

>to even doubt for a second, that my true Khalsa would give up And lose. They

>fought till The end And maintained there principles." He smiled And wiped

>away The tears And out of joy He let out The war cry of The Khalsa, to pay

>homage to The great martyrs.

>

>"SAT SREEEE AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLLL!!!!!!!"

>GUR BAR AKAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALLLLLL!!!!!!

>DEGH TEGH FATEH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

;!!!!

>

>Sukh Nidhaan Singh over The few coming days was offered many pleasures And

>riches And He was also tortured And beaten terribly. But at every moment He

>remembered The flowers in the fields... IT gave him Strength.

>

>He was tortured severely And on The third day when The Mughals had given up ,

>They left him to die a painful slow death as They tied him to a tree And left

>him to die in The sunlight overlooking The fields.

>

>Bruised, battered And barely alive, Sukh Nidhaan Singh lifted His head And

>again He saw The fields. He smiled and welcomed death. The pain was immense

>but He knew that it was worth it, as He had beaten the Mughals They could

>kill him But They could not take away His faith.

>

>As hours went by Sukh Nidhaan Singh continued to meditate on The lords name.

>He looked out into the fields to His Khalsa one last time...and He saw in The

>distance a figure walking through fields. He saw that it was a Khalsa Warrior

>in blue dress decked with weapons. As the figure slowly came closer He saw

>that The warrior was approaching each spear And kissing The forehead of each

>shaheed. As He came closer Sukh Nidhaan Singh Ji saw from a distance that it

>was Guru Gobind Singh Ji himself.

>

>He remembered that The Sikhs were like flowers And when They reached their

>most beautiful form, Gurujee would come to pick The flowers As shaheeds -

>martyrs.

>

>As He lost consciousness His head fell As He no longer had The strength to

>hold it up.. And He wondered was it a dream? Was it real?

>

>And then As slowly faded away He felt a hand on His face, And he felt a beard

>on his nose, and then he felt a KISS on his forehead, And he knew Gurujee had

>come. The tears flowed from His eyes As He felt The embrace of The Guru.

>

>He had never thought that He would one day become

>

>....one of Gurujee's beautiful flowers.....

>

>And He would come

to take me HOME!

>

>WaheGuru !

[Gupti]

But if he died, how did the story come to reach us?

[daughter of dasam pitha]

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!

i read that b4, its soooooo beautiful , it made me cry :'(

Waheguroo Jee Ka Khalsa!

Waheguroo Jee Kee Fateh!!