The Village That Was

In my grandfather’s village, I found my glee
In my grandfather's village, memories are made
Echoes of laughter, bonds of friendships
Every holiday joy did not just fade away.

The village alive, with stories untold
Every house has a chapter of memories to hold
Grandfather's wisdom, guided me along
In his village, my heart found a home

But now, the village lies in ashes and pain
Burnt by hateful Meiteis, leaving only sorrow's stain
The houses, that once held laughter and glee
Now razed to the ground, a ghost town for me.

I visited, recently, but found no peace
Only remnants, of a village, that will never release
The memories, I hold, now bring only tears
For a village, that was, and will never reappear.

But still, I pray, for a brighter day
For the village, to rise, from the ashes
For laughter to echo once more
And for memories -where love and joy meet.