Tears fell like rain as they said goodbye,
A farewell embrace that would last eternity.
Mark's tiny voice pleaded, "Papa, Please take me with you,"
A cry echoed through empty space, a child's desperation true.
A father's burden weighed heavy on his soul,
His heart, a canvas of sorrow's darkest role.
His final breath, a testament to the enduring power of his love.
Though his body faltered, his spirit remained strong in the night.
July's fateful day, his final sigh.
His love remains, a flame that burns so bright.
A father's devotion that echoes through time, forever entwin
Thingkho Le Malcha (TLM) is a traditional method of communication used to send out messages across the Kuki hills during the Anglo-Kuki War,1917-1919... more
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