In Manipur's depths, a tale of betrayal old
Where trust is shattered, like broken gold
The State's complicity, a shameful stain
Meitei's advantage, Kuki's anguish, an endless refrain
Like wolves in sheep's clothing, they crept
With deceitful hearts, our trust they stepped
On the altar of power, our lives were sold
As pawns in their game, our future grew old
Zalengam's hills, once green and serene
Now crimson-stained, with blood unseen
Families shattered, like fallen leaves
Displaced and forlorn, our people's pleas
Yet, amidst the ashes, a spark remains
A flame of resistance, that refuses to wane
For we, the Kuki, are born of the land
Our roots run deep, our spirit expand
Like the phoenix, we rise from the pain
Our hearts unbroken, our wills like iron chains
We'll fight for Zalengam, till dawn's early light
For our ancestors' dreams, we'll hold the fight
Through treacherous terrain, we'll find our way
With every breath, we'll face the fray
For our land, our culture, our identity too
We'll rise, we'll resist, our spirit anew.
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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