Beneath the skies, their spirits rise,
Our heroes stand, though unseen by eyes.
For tribe and kin, they gave their all,
In sacrifice, they heard the call.
The earth now cradles their valorous form,
Lives uprooted in the violence’s storm.
The echoes of laughter, now haunting and still,
Replaced by silence on a blood-stained hill.
Mothers weep where their sons once played,
Fathers mourn where dreams were laid.
Children call for hands they'll never hold,
Memories tarnished, too young, too cold.
Through raging flames and shadows deep,
They sowed their love, their vow to keep.
For peace, for home, for unity’s light,
They faced the storm and embraced the fight.
To those who mourn, whose hearts now ache,
Your loved ones' courage shall not break.
Their legacy whispers through each tear,
A bond of strength, forever near.
O fallen souls, though gone, you stay,
Guiding us toward a brighter day.
In your honor, we vow to strive,
To heal, to hope, to keep love alive.
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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