A Poem: THE ICONS OF JATT RACE

[Punjabi_Warrior]

BEHOLD!!! And suddenly I close my eyes,
I hear the Merciless Scythian War cries,
A Seeking Voice takes me back in time,
And I see the Earth, the Water, the Land sublime.

"What is this!" SHOCKED, I shout,
"What's going on!", "What's all this about?",
"Relax", the Mysterious Voice insists,
"I am Wisdom", it continues and persists,
"And now you will watch, your Ancestor's grace,
The Icons of the Jatt Race".

And so my friends, this time travel starts,
The knowledge of the minds, the tales of the hearts,
The folklores all enjoy, an Oldie or a Kid,
So now let's just talk what our forefathers did.

Long ago, in a land far-far away,
They worshipped the Sun, as the Greeks say,
And fearless they were, young or old,
Massa Getae were they called, as I am told.

They tamed the Horse, their gift to mankind,
Love for Earth and Water, always in their mind,
They fought the wars, they ruled the lands,
They hunted in the forests, they relaxed in the sands.

And the time passed, now they thought it's worth,
To move towards all directions of the Earth.

One of those tribes moved towards the East,
And all came, man, woman, child and their beast,
They came towards the rivers of Beas and Chenab,
One of them said "Let's call it Punjab".

They protected the land, worked tough in the fields,
And then celebrated with drum beats, the season of yields,
Thus created a Culture, of celebration, bravery and gut,
And took pride in the title "Son of a Jatt".

Now about their love, something on romance,
Born lovers they were, and its not just by chance,
That we still remember Ranjha, and his love Heer Sial,
And the roarings of our Great Mirza Jatt Kharral.

In Jeona Maur and Jagga, Robinhood was seen,
Where Justice was the thirst, they had been.
And now on Religion, and the word of God,
The wisdom of Baba Budha and Ranjit Singh's Sword,
Their countless Sacrifices, in a never ending spree,
And those who died, because they were Born Free.

Their Destiny, their Pride and their Esteem on Earth's Face,
They are the Icons of the Jatt Race.

Gill salutes Jatt Ancestors, to them much respect, thus,
Their Unseen Hands, always blessing us,
We are like a Tree, and they, our Base,
May we never forget, the Icons of the Jatt Race.