"Miter Piyare Nu"

There is so much to learn from Guru Gobind Singh ji. Most of us look to guru ji as our tenth God but those who have studied his biography know that he was true messenger of lord. He was not a God but true saint. To support my point Guru ji himself has made very clear in his "Dasam Granth"

"Those who call me God, will fall into the deep pit of hell. Regard me as one of his slaves and have no doubt whatever about it. I am a servant of the Supreme Being; and have come to behold the wonderful drama of life."

For himself he used the word 'slave' or servant of God.

Sri Guru Gobind Singh Marg is a symbol of unity among human race. It is a centre of Universal brotherhood.

Anyways we know our history and I don't want to dwell on it. The most interesting trait of Guru ji is his poetic quality. Guru ji used to have 50 poets in his Darbar.


When 40 brave Sikhs fought Valiantly in mud fort. They were ready to lay their lives for Guruji. They were reciting Jaap Sahib. On the other hand Mughal forces, banking in their number were sure of their victory. It was an unequal fight.

For whole day a fierce battle took place, on one side a batalian of Punj Piyare comes out of mud fort for fight, with slogan of victory "Bole So Nihal-Sat Sri Akal" and on the other side 10 Lakh people made a formidable picture. Sahibzada Ajit Singh and Sahibzada Jujhar Singh attained martyrdom and at the same time father bowed his head in gratitude to the almightly.

When it was silence all around, battlefield covered with sorrow and dead bodies, when night fell, Panj Pyaras in mud fort ordered Guruji to leave the fort as his life is still valuable for the Panth. Guruji left the 'Garhi' but not quietly. He was not coward and he did not want anybody to make the mockery of his Khalsa by telling him that his Guru had run away from battlefield.He blew "Narsingha" and challenged the mughal forces thrice and their challenges put mughal forces at loss. They killed their own fellow brothers in utter confusion.

Clothes became rags due to shrubs and bushes in forest and fields. Feet bled due to walking barefoot on hard stones, thorn and thistles Guruji slept on earth in a garden in Macchiwara with his unsheathed sword. Even then meditating upon the name of God, master had a dialogue with the Lord.


"Mitr Pyare Nu Hal Murida Da Kehna"
(tell my beloved lord, plight of his humble follower)

"Tudh Bin Rog Rajjain Da Odan Nag Niwasa De Rehna"
(without you, wearing of quilt is torment, residing in a house is like living among snakes)

"Sool Surahi Khanjjar Pyala Bing Kasaiaan Da Sehna"
(A wine flask is like a spike, a wineglass hurt like a dagger, all this without you like a blow from butcher's knife)

"Yaarre Da Saanu Satthar Changa Bhatth Kheriyan Da Rehna"
(Its much more preferable to sit on a bare ground in mourning with my lord than to live in palaces, which are like furnance without you)


These lines I believe can make every one cry. This is called true love. This is called extraordinary poetry and I believe no poet on earth has written such a true love, faith and sorrow.

"Waheguru ji ka Khalsa
waheguru ji ki Fateh"