An Ode To Panipat 3 Poem by Thinker Shah

An Ode To Panipat 3



When India in suppliance bent, shivered seeing Abdali's scourge
From distant Deccan a gritty and dauntless people did emerge

While the 'great' Mughals trembled seeing invincible Durrani's power
There were hardy-heroic Marhatta men who just refused to cower

The Swaraj seed that Shivaji raje sowed had grown into a huge tree
True to Raireshwar oath, Marathas always fought to keep India free

The news from Burari ghat reached Pune, of Dattaji's severed head
'Let's crush Gilchas and save India', Nanasaheb Peshwa sternly said

From Udgir marched Sadashiv Bhau with his squad of Maratha men
To take on the ravaging brute who raided India, every now and then

Was joined by Gardi brothers who were true to their country's salt
Prepared to thwart on mother India looter Afghan's vicious assault

Rajputs, Jats, or Sikhs, support Bhau found from absolutely none
Najib, Waliullah and Shuja, a traitorous net for Marathas was spun

At Kunjpura Decannis made early gains, and did trounce Afghans well
But the delay and wait cost them dear and life slowly turned into hell

Bereft of help, deprived of food the Marathas still chose to bravely fight
For Dev, Desh and Dharma on a distant land they did golden history write

At early hours on that Sankrant day the Marathas made their wild charge
Gardi's booming guns worked wonders with their thunderous cannon barrage

Brave Bhau struck into Shah Wali's formation just like a bolt of thunder
Dazed, stopped dead in tracks, Afghan army was almost split asunder

Marathas piled the ground with Durrani's men, they still wanted more
Some Afghans even started to flee and Abdali was shaken to his core

Just when it looked the invaders were done, a glorious victory was earned
Fickle fingers of fate worked against Bharat and the winning tide turned

Vishwasrao fell by a stray shot and commander Sadashiv Bhau lost his mind
Jumped off his howda and went after the Afghans in a fit of rage very blind

Evil Afghan had his plan and unleashed reserves on tired Marathas brave
Tables were turned and heroes fell, results for Bharat were dark and grave

A tumultuous battle, a pyrrhic victory which even Abdali would regret
Sacrificing all for motherland, gallant Marathas paid off their filial debt

'2 pearls dissolved,27 gold coins lost, of Silver-Copper there's no count'
In these coded words Nanasaheb at Pune got the battle's final account

Triumphant Abdali entered Delhi, trampling on bodies of heroes slain
Perfidious Mughals welcomed him and brazenly switched sides again

Every house in Deccan lost a man, of broken bangles was many a heap
Like phoenix but Marathas rose, in a decade they did most of India sweep

Who actually won and who lost, we can today always dissect and debate
The brave men who selflessly died for Bharat we must admire and adulate!

Even Abdali sang paeans for Maratha bravery but we've forgotten it all
Those who forget their past are condemned to repeat every historical fall!

Monday, January 15, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: battle,bravery
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This describe the sacrifice of 100000 Maratha soldiers who selflessly died for their nation.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 18 February 2019

The Battle of Panipat narrated with meticulous detail brings alive the history in the making. Thanks.

1 0 Reply
Ketan Anil 21 March 2018

Nice one, beautiful heroic description of the Marathas

1 0 Reply
Dr Dillip K Swain 15 January 2018

A fabulous ode. I liked the intensity of poetic expression.. thanks for sharing.... 10

2 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success