Oh mother ! Kanagleipak !
Land of Emoinu Chahong- Ngahongbi
The Koubru Overlooking on you
And the Lotak giving your lifeline
The Nine hills surround your vast valley
With rainbow filled bright sky
And a beautiful scenic greenery
Indeed ! a wonder of nature
They called you the land of prosperity
The streams from the hills bring a crystal clear
water,
A joy for every inhabitant
In your virgin green wood ,
The birds sings their evergreen songs
And the animal laze around in full freedom
As the farmers tilt their land ,
The cuckoo sings the songs of the rain
In the middle of loktak lake , the lone fisherwoman
Rowing her canoe, sings a melancholy folk song
About the legendary Khamba and Thoibi

Oh ! Mother ! in your princely time,
For hundreds of years, your origin and culture were
intake
Their bloods uncontaminated
Pride was on their shoulders
And happiness and joys rendered to all
But with the winds of change,
You are in misery today
Your valley looks deserted with the invalid youths all
around
Their souls are lost living like a zombie
The loktak is polluted and her water is drained out
The natural flora and fauna are slowly extinct
The Shanghai of Keibul Lamjou fall prey to hunters
And the Siroi Lily are dried of thirst
The splendid and beautiful wild orchids are lost in
oblivion
With the deforestation and imbalance eco-system,
The birds no longer sing
The animals are gone hiding and extinct
Every now and then , there are bloodshed and ethnic
clashes
The once harmonious state is torn apart and restless
With brutality and atrocity
The women outnumbered the men
Gunshot , bomb blast and encounters become a daily
routine
To every household there are woes of widows and
orphaned children
The aliens are happy seeing your numbered days

The missionaries and Vaisnavites rule your head and
heart
Bringing new faith and new religion
Your own religion is lost without a trace
Your own script is left unused
The legendary Louremba Khongnangthaba,
The scholar in his own right is forgotten
His prophecy remains just a repentance
The Lainingthou Sidabamapu is just kept hiding
In the corner of the room of every household
The Maiba and Maibi , the festival of Umang Lai,
The legendary folk songs and dances are slowly
Bastardized into a new form of
Manipuri dance- a dance of Krishna and his life
The Sumang lila, the Kang festival , Thabal Chongba,
Khongjom Esei
And Keikru Heetongba have slowly lost it’s charm over
a period of time
Your language is bastardized
And your children are mixed with alien blood
Every occasion is influenced by the Bengali and Alien
culture

Oh ! Mother ! Devastated is your whole inhabitants
Freedom is snatched away from time immemorial
You beg for your own motherland
But realized , the headless prince was forced
To sign off the land as the part of the alien nation

Extremism is born out of frustration to get your
freedom
The Education system is lost with rampant corruption
and mass copy
The economy is devastated with no jobs available
The headless politicians rule you
You beg to them for your own right
And they return in exchange for their election
expenses
Your stomach is controlled by the outsiders
Yet you still dream that you are the land of
prosperity !

Gone is the past glory
Diseases and drugs are rampant in your vicinity
The next generation are restless
Their identity is slowly blurred
A need to re-awaken the blind youths comes
The land have slowly lost her ethics and culture
The whole original faith is lost and altered
Your own legacy of culture and well preserved heritage
is at stake
Your own existence is slowly turned into museum piece
Only hope is your tool
You tell us Oh ! Youth of Kangleipak !
where is your intelligence and reasoning power
Despite so many years of existence , your progress
seem downhill
The whole community lives in false hope
The backbone of the land seems already on the verse of
collapse
Oh ! Youth of Kangleipak !
Wake from your dream
Face the reality
Before it is too late, bring the dawn of new life
And new civilization to your own motherland
Else perish to oblivion


Arjun Haobijam