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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=480758" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Valiant Maharana Pratap Singh (Rajasthan)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Never he was a vassal to the Moghul, <br>Who led a Turkish mob to plunder<br>And annexe the Princely States of Bharat.<br>'God alone is my suzerain and not a Turk', <br>He thundered and kept his word till his end.<br>His gallant steed Chetak matched his prowess<br>And vied for glory with his master Rana.<br>When the subdued kings lost their queens<br>or wedded to the Sultan their daughters, <br>Rana Pratap, Mewar's Rajput Chief<br>Proved a lion to show the pride of his race, <br>By bowing not his head to Delhi.<br>Those who bent their knees at the Court of Moghuls<br>Couldn't sit, chat and dine with him.<br>This insult rankled in the mind of Man Singh<br>Who led the army of Akbar, The Great, <br>And he hinted for a war with Delhi.<br>Missions sent to bend Rana's heart<br>Failed to make any dent, and crumbled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Hakim Khan Sur, though a Pathan<br>Fought at front for Rana's army.<br>He had no myopic spell of religion.<br>He liked Rana, who treated the women<br>of the vanquished foe with reverence<br>And stood high in morals among the kings.<br>The randy Turks never learnt the laws of war.<br>They were nefarious and lawless mobs from afar.<br>Sur laid his life for the sake of Rana<br>On the first day of war at Haldighati.<br>The brave Bhils stood by the marvellous Rana<br>And Haldighati amidst Auroville hills<br>Turned to red with blood and saffron-turbaned heads.<br>Guerrilla warfare, so Rana chose<br>To save his men with swords and bows from guns.<br>Akbar's forces couldn't single out Pratap<br>To capture him alive or dead.<br>Breaking all the cordons, Pratap advanced<br>To strike at Man Singh seated on his elephant.<br>Chetak hopped aloft and Pratap hurled his spear<br>At the shameless lieutenant of Delhi.<br>But Man Singh escaped while his mahout fell dead.<br>And in the fiery fight, Pratap got trapped.<br>Man Singh's faeryderm swung a sword from it's trunk<br>And Chetak got a lethal cut at it's leg.<br>A deadly blow also fell on Rana.<br>Jhala Man, the wondrous Chief of Rana<br>Snatched the royal emblem from Rana's head<br>And bore the brunt of attack on his King.<br>His Chieftains tried hard to whisk Rana off<br>And he sallied out with his injured horse.<br>Jhala Man was mistaken for Rana, <br>And the hostile men surrounded him and killed.<br>Rana beat a retreat into the hills, <br>But two Moghuls pursued him for his head<br>For them to be awarded with royal gifts.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Crossing a rivulet Chetak neighed and fell, <br>The first time in his life to feel remorse<br>And breathed his last on Rana's lap.<br>Rana took the saddle off his Chetak<br>And shed a Master's tears on his closing eyes.<br>An estranged brother of Rana Pratap, <br>Serving under the imperial Akbar, <br>Chased the blood thirsty Mughuls, <br>severed their heads and saved his brother, <br>Whom the people adored as the hero.<br>He pleaded with Rana to mount on his horse<br>And hurry into the Ghatti hills deep and dense, <br>Where the Mughuls dared not to enter, <br>As the Bhills under Panja would spray stones<br>From the hide-outs, Nature shaped in those hills.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The loss of all his ferocious fighters<br>In sanguinary battles fought often, <br>Made Rana grievous, and he exiled himself<br>Into the desert, with remaining men.<br>He had a wise Minister to salvage<br>And urge him again to wield the sword<br>Against Delhi dreaming to swallow Bharat.<br>Bhama Shah, his boundless wealth to Rana gave<br>And the lion of Mewar defied again<br>And rallied his men to regain his fort.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Akbar ceased from futile wars with Rana<br>And turned his ire to the West of North.<br>Rana ruled in peace to the ease of all.<br>A cut on his leg put Rana on his bed.<br>In his nebulous vision, he saw his horse<br>And his soul bade bye on being pledged<br>That his Mewar would not bow to Delhi<br>And flew up mounting on his Chetak.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Rajendran+Muthiah">Rajendran Muthiah</a><div class=q>
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Who led a Turkish mob to plunder
And annexe the Princely States of Bharat.
'God alone is my suzerain and not a Turk', 
He thundered and kept his word till his end.
His gallant steed Chetak matched his prowess
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