Sunday, 21 October 2018

Farewell to my old village


           

Behold, Kabuikhullen
Mother of the Inpui tribe 
Situated at the lofty mountain
You gave life to flora and fauna
    
  Behold! We missed your presence
  Forgive us for leaving you behind.
  Your breast with plenty milk          beckone us
  No one sees you but God the Almighty.

Though we left to other places of yours 
We want you like oasis in the farthest desert
Money cannot give a safer place as your bosom.
No one sees you but God the Almighty.

Oh no! The world is too soon to let loose the reign of terror,
Letting me to depart from you.

Won't you rise to beg us Farewell.
As we depart with tears all abound
Memories with memories we long back
Into your bosom of blossom fragrance sweet.

Every old wept and your children too
We moves leaving your defence of long History Glory with praises.
Songs of deep from inner heart making FAREWELL, OH FAREWELL KABUIKHULLEN......
        
                         -Riamroi brother.
  
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