TODAY -
My Manipur
Surjeet Aribam *
They say, it is a land of jewels,
They say, it is a land of plenty,
They say, rings of hills fence its borders
With hill people standing on sentry-
A sweet refrain about my state.
With a valley resting in the middle
And in it an inland lake which mirrors
The hills nearby in its still waters,
The state is a habitation of beauty.
But, sadly, with an ominous storm
Raging in the state, the sweet refrain
Is threatened to be blown away
Into the vagueness of misty past.
With the naked dance of violence
Belching smoke of burning houses,
And revolting smell of putrid flesh
Chocking, nasty and the undressing
Of the green clothing over the hills
By the rapacious narco terrorists,
Now, beauty, unable to endure all this,
Is about to leave the state tearfully.
* Poem written by Surjeet Aribam for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 19 November 2025 .
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