Last Moments of a Shaheed Singh

Death in the battle, swords stabbing through
Living for the moment, living for what’s true
Sacrifice and honour, blood dripping too
Running out of breath, face turning blue
Last seconds left, I hear my heart beat
I focus my attention on Guru and His feet
As my body feels light, my mind becomes one
All the pain I had felt within a sudden had gone
Then Anand Shabad, music to my ears
My eyes wide open rolling with tears
Then I see You, we become one
The body I had left in dust has it gone.

You seem like you have experienced it.

Death in the battle, swords stabbing through,
Living for the moment, living for what’s true.
Sacrifice and honour, blood dripping too,
Running out of breath, face turning blue.
Last seconds left, I hear my heart beat,
I focus my attention on Guru and His feet.
As my body feels light, my mind becomes one,
All the pain I had felt within a sudden had gone.
Then Anhad Shabad, music to my ears,
My eyes wide open rolling with tears.
Then I see You, we become one,
The body I had left in dust has gone.

Poem Corrected:

Death in the battle, swords stabbing through,
Living for the moment, living for what’s true.
Sacrifice and honour, blood dripping too,
Running out of breath, face turning blue.
Last seconds left, I hear my heart beat,
I focus my attention on Guru and His feet.
As my body feels light, my mind becomes one,
All the pain I had felt within a sudden had gone.
Then Anhad Shabad, music to my ears,
My eyes wide open rolling with tears.
Then I see You, we become one,
The body I had left in dust has it gone.

Dhaasan Daas ji, is this a translation of Chandi Di Vaar? lol

Lol sorry just Dases humble attempt at writing a poem I'm afraid.

Its awesome, i agree with jaspreet veerjee though, when i read you poem i thought it sounded like a first hand account

I feel embarrassed at those comments and I can promise you that this poem is far from anywhere even remotely near similar it cant be.I am new to the fold, only being blessed with Amrit only a few weeks ago so I haven't ever had a chance to read this bani as of yet but I am definitely intrigued to read the bani and translations asap now. Ironic thing is, is that i wrote this several months ago before taking Amrit while working. Who knows maybe I read this bani in my past life and that was the influence behind the poem only Waheguru and Guru Sahib know.

"Then Anhad Shabad, music to my ears,
My eyes wide open rolling with tears.
Then I see You, we become one,
The body I had left in dust has it gone."


Beautiful!
Congratulations on recieving amrit!!