MY PRADESH

The pristine beauty of the tiny state Manipur,to the extreme east of India but is affected by the political instability

MY PRADESH

O! My sweet Mother---

My land, my Manipur.

My words are too little

To sing of you very lovely.

Loktak is your  pride,

Nine ranges are your pearls.

 

But now! Oh!  you’re;

Your cheek takes damp,

Tears take dump:

Love’s forgotten,

Hatred’s forged.

            Killing, gore with red shed blood,

Moaning, wailing everywhere bound;

Craze for power,

Grace with possession.

 

O , my sweet!

My Manipur.

Loktak rises only with tear,

Tears of pain, nine hills  r’e trackless.

I’m bemoaning in solitude,

Sitting in heart split.