Kindle the Torch
Ronaldo Sapam *
When all the leaves are brown
And the endless sky turned grey,
I feel like leaving my footprints
On the Sand of Time, Imprinted.
I too find so hard like stone,
When nothin' seem alright.
At the midway, I turned and looked
Back at the golden reign of our Abode;
Home to the countless martyrs
Who' hast defended for our Motherland
Till' their last breathe, to Avenge.
Our Great land, adored with beauties…
Fortified by the nine ranges of highland;
Adorn with graces, by the dancing deers
When spring enriches the lake of Loktak.
While, the Lily of Shiroi Hills blooms to gratify
The hearts of people, youth and aged alike.
The times we celebrate as one, all along
See for yourself, back at the past…
The 'Angrez' hast robbed us, of our land.
Came as a Company to trade with;
Ruled as an Empire and left with our riches.
Thus, we ended up losing our first chance.
But, right at this moment, this very day
Another golden chance beholds us…
The chance to save our race, our culture;
To defend ourselves from the stranger's hands.
Now, you kindle the everlasting Torch to lead
The people, to what we can really do
For the coming pages of our great Motherland.
* Poem written by Ronaldo Sapam for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on May 30 2016.
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