Dust clouds over the streets of Delhi.
There was a rush to the frontline
Who would first offer his life at the altar
A rush to the frontline.
As the daylight faded, rows of captives
In the grips of the executioners
Chanting Hail to Guruji! a hundred heroes
Eagerly laid down a hundred heads.
A week later, the Mughal killing spree
Having exacted the price of seven hundred
Heroic lives, the Kazi deposits in Banda's arms
Banda's one young child.
"Must slay this child," came the Kazi's mandate
"Without mercy, with your own hands"-
With that, shoved the child into his lap
The youthful prince, arms in shackles
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