The saga of bloody hours
Soldier aiming the soul of mutt,
To lean on the wall of freedom,
But the pitiless war won't end,
Until the wave of unity rise,
My lips will spell out those words,
To level the miracles of lord,
The people will march till the end,
for they had sin to glory,
The saga was rightfully ours,
But we vamoose our dreams,
The blessing was from century,
And the curse was from the beginning,
But the crisis not ready to leave us,
The enemies will long war,
And the force will pressure high,
As we were angry,
God alone was enough to protect us,
But we settle very thing,
The rain will flow down with fish,
In the name of our lord,
The star will dwell in our head high,
To ember the darkness of an anger freak,
He hear our cries,
For we praise upon him,
The fang will break the gold of our sin,
For love was left for us,
As we were poor and needy,
To make him proud of what we were.


By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip
Date of Birth 28-12-1997
Address 40 V/C Vaivakawn, Zotlang, Aizawl,
Mozoram

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Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip

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