Don`t Forget Me, O Manipur
By MK. Angshim
Tell me when your mortals find peace.
Beckon when your battles shall cease,
Call me when your children find bliss;
When your hands and feet find sweet rest,
Don`t forget me, O Manipur!
Take, take me to your hills of sheen,
Let me go drink from your streams clean;
When your plains and hillsides turn green
And your fields be fill`™d with colors,
Don`t forget me, O Manipur!
Open my eyes and let me see
Your buds spreading wide in beauty,
Hanging from your branches freely;
When your trees and grasses blossom.
Don`t forget me, O Manipur!
Carry me through your serene woods,
Where your orchids blossom like hoods
And your trees of orchards bear fruits;
Whisper me when your sweet birds sing,
Don`t forget me, O Manipur!