Uprising of the Hills: The Anglo-Kuki War (1917-1919)

Upon the hills of mist and green,
Where valleys cradle ancient dreams;
A people rose, proud and bold,
Their hearts of fire, their spirit untold.
The Kuki tribes, fierce and free,
In Manipur, they stood in unity;
Against the British, far and wide,
They chose their land, their honor, their pride.

The drums of war began to sound,
As foreign boots trod sacred ground;
From village homes to mountain peak,
The Kuki cry, defiant and bleak.
With spears and guns in hand they fought,
A battle that history forgot;
The jungle thick, their ally true,
The earth they loved, the skies they knew.

Through storm and fire, loss and pain,
They fought for freedom, not for gain;
Though outnumbered, they did not yield,
Their souls became the battlefield.
The war it raged for years untold,
Stories of courage, fierce and bold;
And though they fell, they stood as one,
Their legacy, forever sung.

The Anglo-Kuki War, in blood and stone,
A tale of warriors, lives overthrown;
But in the winds, their whispers soar—
A people's dream to be no more.
The hills remember, the land still weeps,
For those who fought, for what they keep;
And in the silence, one can hear,
The echo of the Kuki spear.