In shadows cast by embers' eerie glow, A nation crumbles, unity brought low. Disunity, a poison to its core, A plague that spreads, leaving wounds and more.
Once bound by common goals, they stood as one, Now fractured, rifts revealed, their strength undone. Divisions sowed by discord's wicked hand, Tear asunder what was built on sand.
The fabric frays, unraveling the thread, As bitter words and hatred now are spread. A nation's soul, once vibrant, full of grace, Now weeps in sorrow, longing for embrace.
Oh, mend these rifts, with love and empathy, Restore the bonds of unity, set free The spirit that once made this nation strong, And heal the wounds of disunity's wrong.
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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