CHAVANG KUT

In the heart of Chin-Kuki-Mizo's land so grand,
Chavang Kut, a celebration of blessings in our land.
A festival that shines with cultural delight,
A time of joy, abundance, from morning to night.

Drums and dances, the beat of ancient lore,
Tales of ancestors, rich customs to explore.
In colorful attire, we come together, unite,
To celebrate the harvest, in the warm autumn light.

Oh, this year, how it saddens the soul,
Chavang Kut's absence takes a heavy toll.
Ethnic violence clouds our land with despair,
Our community, in pain, stands in prayer.

We hope for a day, with hearts full of cheer,
When Chavang Kut's melody once again we'll hear.
With unity and peace, under the sky so blue,
In the morrow, our festival will start anew.

For now, we pray to God, above so high,
To heal our land, let old wounds go by.
Chavang Kut's return, like the sunrise so near,
When laughter and love will replace every tear.