It was dark and gloomy 17th century; India's fortunes were on the wane
Mughals, Sultanates, Portuguese, had carved the country writhing in pain
Loot, rape, plunder and pillage; every village was in a state of chafe
Gods, wealth or their daughters; no possession of Indians was safe
Indians under the jackboot of oppressors, their liberty and rights denied;
Deccani Sultanates were in full bloom, in shambles lay Maratha pride
Land of Satvahans, Yadavs and Chalukyas had turned to a living hell;
Adilshah, Nizam and Qutbshah had on Deccan cast a pestilential spell
In this turmoil lived a Maratha warrior; Shahaji Bhonsale was his name,
Married to virtuous Jijabai, her family killed by a Nizamshahi game
Every Indian under foreign yoke, no soul could breathe easy;
Jijabai just couldn't take this, such servitude made her queasy
Indian knees were in suppliance bent, and the invaders ran wild;
During such dire days at Shivneri, Jijama gave birth to a radiant child
Tyranny reigned and hopes declined, Jijabai's spirit refused to yield;
Shivba, nurtured on tales of honor, was destined only for a battlefield
Jijau taught her son all about dharma; Dadoji Kondadev was his guide
Bright and brilliant Shivba trained well; her joy Jijamata couldn't hide
Swords, daggers, shields and lances, became Shiva's childhood toys;
Every hill of Sahyadri Shivba would trek, with his band of Mavala boys
Shiva and squad scanned every hill, every pass, every gorge and glen;
Tanaji, Suryaji and Yesaji as pals; Shivba turned a natural leader of men
At the tender age of 16 at Raireshwar temple, the young Shiva swore:
'Tyranny and torture of foreign invaders; my people shall suffer no more! '
'The days of those who loot, rape, maim my folks shall be numbered! '
'India shall be ruled only by us Indians, ' the young leader thundered
A spark was lighted to rekindle supine India's slumbering soul;
The arduous journey commenced, with Hindavi Swaraj as its goal
Cobblers, blacksmiths, carpenters rose; took up tools of a different kind
Each brave Marhatta man readied arms with only Swaraj on his mind
With his rag-tag hill-men squad, Shiva found a firm and loyal support;
The battle for Hindavi Swaraj fired up, with the capture of Torna fort
Hardy austere Maratha warriors, were a valorous and spartan breed;
No greed or possession, save for their whetted sabre and battle steed
Kondana, Purandar and Jawli; Bhonsle territory now grew pretty fast
Spunky Shiva was on a winning spree; whole Adilshahi stood aghast
A gauntlet was thrown at Bijapur court; 'Tame and bring Shiva who can? '
Assuring Adilshah-Badi begum, arose Afzal Khan—a mountain of a man
A wicked zealot, a mammoth man; Sambhaji's Kanakgiri killer was he
'I'll swat this mountain-rat, ' said Afzal; 'Of this pest Adilshahi shall be free'
With this promise the giant set out, a huge armed contingent he led
Shiva was now living on borrowed time, most gave him up as dead!
On his way Afzal ravaged and pillaged, defiled every shrine he found;
Unruffled Shiva did not budge, firmly stood his mountainous ground
'Meek Shiva, scared of you wants to surrender, ' said emissary to Khan
Peace meet was held at Pratapgad, brute was unaware of Shiva's plan
Shiva departed for the meet, after mother Jijama and Bhavani's blessing;
Though with warmth both foes met, real intentions each was guessing
True to style, Khan cheated, with his dagger he attacked Shivaji first;
Shiva was saved by chain armour, had come prepared for the worst
Agile Shiva brought out tiger claws, swiftly into Khan's belly he tore;
David had slain the Goliath big, in a dauntless feat unheard of before
Khan's guard Sayad Banda charged, Banda was a swordsman grand;
Alert Jiva saved the life of Shiva, in a stroke lopped off Banda's hand
Jijama saw Afzal Khan's severed head, and it was a sight to behold;
Finally Shiva got an eye for an eye, the trophy was as good as gold
Kanhoji/Netoji swooped on Wai camp; Afzal's men saw utter defeat
The killer of her son was finally killed; Jijama got her revenge sweet
Astounded India saw this feat, with Ganimi Kava they came across;
Bijapur, now shaken from the core; Badi Begum lamented Afzal's loss
Panhala, Wasantgad, Pavangad, Shiva's juggernaut rolled fast ahead;
Desperate Adilshah called on Johar—an Abyssinian whom all did dread
Sidi laid a tight siege at Panhala, the situation for Shiva was grave;
Food-luck both running out; Maratha position was difficult to save
Astute Shiva broke free from Panhala, with Johar hard on his tail;
Veer Baji held the rearguard, Shiva in grim danger, should he fail
Ghorkhind was consecrated by his blood; Bajiprabhu kept his word,
Fought death till Shiva reached Vishalgad; and a cannon sign was heard
Events of Deccan sent shock-waves around; Shivaji's stock soared high
The mighty Mughal in Delhi was spooked; conflict with Shiva was nigh
North India was ruled by Aurangzeb—a cruel, fratricidal and despotic king,
A revengeful zealot, a thankless son, more venomous than a cobra's sting
Saistakhan was sent with huge army, to subdue intractable Maratha chief;
Outmanned, outgunned Deccanis, were on the back-foot for a period brief
Kalyan, Chakan and even Pune, Marathas were driven out of their land;
Shiva scripted a surgical strike on Khan with his selected incognito band
On Mughal camp at Lalmahal Shivaji struck in a daring midnight raid;
Khan panicked and bolted sans a few fingers lost to Shivraya's blade
Banished from Deccan was Saista khan; to distant Bengal he was sent
Mughal dignity was now in tatters; Mughal reputation Shivaji did dent
Surat the rich Mughal port was sacked; Maratha army was on rampage
The Mughal now was badly rattled; Aurangzeb was seething with rage
Mirza Jaisingh was sent to Deccan, with orders to wipe out Shivaji fast;
Maratha winning tide had turned and at Purandar a deadly net was cast
Dilerkhan launched a vicious attack; Maratha resources began to drain
Murarbaji showed steel of his blade; piled the ground with Afghans slain
Shrewd Jaisingh's incessant booming cannons; simply refused to cease
After sacrificing heroes after heroes; Shivaji helplessly sued for peace
With a one-sided treaty signed, of myriad forts the Marathas lost control;
To save his men from decimation, Shivaji had to accept a subservient role
At Agra court Shiva was spurned; faced the back of timid Jaswant Singh
The hero couldn't take it; threw a tantrum asking treatment like a king
Perfidious Mughal put Shiva under arrest; his life was now in danger
Clever Shiva had a plan; to such calamities he was hardly a stranger
Shiva pretended to be ill, called for baskets of alms for many a sage;
Empty baskets were put to good use, the bird swiftly flew the cage
There was racing and chasing all over, but Shivaji they just couldn't find;
Shiva and son reached Raigad safely, leaving Mughal pursuers behind
The world watched in awe, Shivaji's unbelievable his daring escape,
Shiva now consolidated his realm; his plans-strategies he gave shape
Shivaji found an erudite Guru in Shri Ramdas, a great spiritual master;
With strong character and Rajdharma, Shiva's glory now spread faster
Aurangzeb grew more fanatical, the iconoclast put many to sword;
Chivalrous Shiva a virtuous and just king, all his subjects he adored
Neither women nor children of Shiva's enemies, ever came to harm;
Religious men were untouched, afar extended his chivalrous charm
Prataprao Gujjar, Yesaji kank, Moro Pingle—Shiva's army was now ready;
Shiva struck again at his foes after making his administration steady
Things were settled, but the loss of Kondana rankled Jijamata hard;
Capturing Kondana was not a joke, a brave Rajput stood there guard
Tanaji led stealth attack on Kondana; an impregnable Mughal fort
Fierce fight ensued with Uday Bhan; Shelarmama gave great support
Tanaji's shield broke halfway, but he fought fiercely till his last breath;
Shiva's lion captured Kondana fort, but kissed the bride called death
Resurgent Shivaji was unstoppable; every Mughal gain he did erase
Purandar, Mahuli, Lohagad were back; of enemies there was no trace
Afghans, Mughals, Uzbeks and Turks; known for their military might,
Tasted the Steel of Maratha sabres; the hillmen fearless in their fight
With Surat sacked once again; Aurangzeb's face was smeared black
Mighty Mughals so easily looted; their edifice now began to crack
A tumultuous battle at Salher was fought, Mughals saw their utter rout;
Shivaji's writ ran far and wide, about his prowess there was no doubt
With each battle, his empire expanded, Maratha pride restored,
With each victory, his foes were awe-struck, Shiva's glory soared
With new riches sea-forts were built, a brand new navy prepared;
Now it was time for hero's coronation, an auspicious day was declared
In a grand ceremony at Raigad, sacred mantras many Pandits did sing;
6th June 1674, Pandit Gaga Bhatt anointed the great warrior as king
From Shiva he became Chatrapati; his glory now on every mouth
Mughals under a firm check; Shivaji's attention turned to the south
Ponda, Ginjee and Vellore, southern cities were now under Maratha belt;
Triumphant Shivaji entered Hyderabad, and servile Qutbshah almost knelt
Be they Sidis of Janjira, wily Portuguese or British—he chastised them all
The rough and taxing life of the Chatraparti, finally had to take its toll
God likes the company of good souls; at only 52 Shivaji breathed his last
Grim reaper silently scythed the hero; a pall of gloom at Raigad was cast
A valiant warrior, a meritorious king, a huge protector of dharma was lost;
A benevolent ruler and fearless fighter who held the Saffron banner aloft
The Swaraj spark that Shivaji lit at Torna; later amplified into a huge fire
From south of India till Attock-Peshawar; extended the Maratha empire
Shambhu, Bajirao, Sahu and Scindias, Shiva's ideas inspired them all;
Palkhed, Vasai, Udgir, Panipat and even Delhi, Marathas stood so tall
The idea of Swaraj continues to live; to hero Shivaji we tributes pay
India to be ruled by Indians; the maxim is quite relevant even today!
The poem aptly highlights the historical role played by Shivaji Maharaj to thwart the advances of enemies from all sides. It was his vision, patriotic leadership, chivalry, shrewdness and guerilla tactics which galvanised a demoralised society to fight for their freedom. Thanks for sharing this extraordinary poem. Spunky Shiva was on a winning spree, whole Adilshahi stood aghast Shambhu, Bajirao, Sahu and Scindias, Shiva's ideas inspired them all
Superb work on the whole life of shri Shivajio maharaj. protector of Dharma
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Best poem in English on Maratha hero. Kudos for writing so well.