The Khalsa Poem by Sukhvir Singh

In the glory of God,
The Guru raised his sword.
He demanded the heads of five,
In return gave a Khalsa to thousands of lives.

The Khalsa was pure and divine,
Formed for the evilness' decline.
Ending the discrimination in the society,
Uniting people to battle the mighty.

Battlefields filled with the sounds of bravery & courage,
And the Khalsa recited the name like a sage.
For lacs one alone stands,
Battling the fierce neglecting their ends.

Conquering the wicked being strong and wise,
This end to evils was their rise.
The wicked ones threatened and killed them,
But they sticked to their Guru's words like ring with a gem.

They were tortured and killed with brutality,
But till the last breath they kept their morality.
Never frowned in front of death for a while,
And welcomed the end with a smile.

Cannot defined the Guru's Khalsa so great,
The more in love with it, the greater a person's fate.
Guru Gobind Singh Ji's life is Khalsa, undying its legacy,
No one can match it, so is the Khalsa's Supremacy.