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 new to me.
A much immature place that was…..
I saw a smile welcoming me,
My Mother! Oh! Here I'm
My home - 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, and 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’.
