While we eagerly yearn
For the day we forget
Our hardships and continue
Our lives peacefully,
There they sat down
By the rivers of Babylon
Making a pact with destiny
For the generations to come.
If in their most joyful
Of days, they ever forget
Their ancestor's homeland
And sufferings endured
May their tongues cleave
So, they never spoke
May their hands paralyse
So, they never work.
Damned be their souls
If they ever forget
Damned be their bodies
If they ever forfeit.
As we sat down
On the hills of Zalengam
We owe it to ourselves
That we never forget
Sing your babies to sleep
With the lullabies of our tears
Sing them to sleep
With the horrors of genocide
For the Children of Chongthu
Mere survival is sin
With God as our beacon
And the past as our guide..
We owe it to our future
That we never forget
We owe it to ourselves
That we never forfeit.
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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