The same land, A different heart

Once a happy land,

Known for its vibrant cultures,

its many languages abd faiths-

Yet living together in harmony.

Where the rare Sangai deer roamed free,

And the delicate Shirui Lily bloomed

on the quiet heights of Shirui Hills

A symbol of beauty untouched.

In those days,

Laughter lived in the open air ,

As if the sky itself was painted

with joy and peace.

By Loktak Lake's flowing breeze,

Songs would rise- soft , free, alive,

Life was simple ,yet so warm,

As if heaven had shaped this land with care.

But now , the winds feel heavy ,

Carrying a silence filled with pain,

Peace feels distant and fading-

Like a dream slipping away.

The same Hills stand,

The same Sky remains,

Yet something deep has changed -

Something the eyes can't explain.

Heaven still lives in this land ,

But hurt lingers in every heart.

The Jewel of India, Manipur still shines-

Though dimmed by quiet sorrow.

And yet.. beneath it all,

A spark of hope refuses to fade,

For one day joy will rise again,

And peace will gently embrace the state.

-Accal