Mekhele - Long Forgotten
Hodam Pinky *
I've spent my childhood rollin' on the mud
The vital element of making the valley so green
Twistin' in the stream as pure as a holy river
A miraculous childhood that never last for long
Days came to hit the road and start a new
The place I loved the most I had to leave
Encounterin' the alien locale was not fun
But got adapted with the passing moments
Kept myself amused yet the feeling of nostalgic!
One day I packed my bags and headed in search of that long lost thrill
As I landed, I had no idea where I was
The place was very new to me
A much immature place that was...
I saw a smile that was welcoming me
My Mother! I realized, yes I'm in Mekhele 'Manipur'
A sentiment of melancholy, past no more exist neither future.
Flooded by tears that have no value.
Death Valley dearth of verve
Coming back to the town show me your zeal
Summon the existence and release the fatality
Promise me an August feeling!!
Higher the hills virtue cannot reach
Green no more has its charm
We were four but today, only three
Lost in the pandemonium; my friends
Let not destiny rule our terra firma
Let's built every diminishing houses
Our happiness, our laughter. Dig it! Find it!
Hey hey this is not you
You promised us a more contented life
The soil still smells good as in the times of yore
Be no different, you can be the same
Oh Mama! Oh Papa! Give us hope,
Let us dwell serenely in 'Our Valley'.
* Poem written by Hodam Pinky . You can contact the poet at http://createpinky.blogspot.com . This poem was webcasted on September 04, 2008.
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