Samuel comes home

Delivered on that cloudy day,
The streets of his nativity,
Saved by blood of forefathers from a land afar.
He stole his sleep,
And his senses,
And dreams only showed him but one shape,
That had altered the course,
Of Tipu's sword.
Mercy opened its gates and welcomed the children,
Samuel's street turned lively,
As Sabbath entered the houses of Israel Mohalla,
And work paused briefly,
Before fading away altogether.
Knees were pressing hard,
Against that wet mud,
And death was just two hands away,
When, through an old woman,
The Quran intervened,
And her son loosened the grip on his sword,
To spare the children.