Out of the midst, a child's cry is heard,
With a gun in his hand and a step forward,
Avenging his losses was all in his head,
He was a kid all this time until the dreadful news spread.
The pain of losing someone, never felt like this before,
I miss the time when the simplest things they adored.
Their senses are unclear, and the vision's blurred,
Now, Playing with mud in a paddy field they call it absurd.
Guileless Childhood spent beneath the tree,
Under the big blue sky, they perceived the feeling of free.
Oh! how i missed their innocent laughter,
Their faded whispering and their loud chatter.
Where did the innocent go?
The jolly smiles, where did it go?
When did the Childhood get painted in red!?
Silently, every night Drop of terrified tears they shed.
Words of hatred coming out of their mouth,
Innocence? Innocence is just a word now.
Haltingly, the purest hearts turned gray,
Ever since the day of 3rd may.
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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