Monday, April 16, 2018

These Hills - Somte Ralte


These hills, my home
This land, I call mine own:
Where merry streams chatter along
And puffy clouds bend down to kiss the hilltops.

These hills, my home
This land, I call my own:
Where once the free
Roamed and danced under the virgin sky;
Where once the brave
Laid their lives down for their friends;
Where once pretty maidens
lived out their daily toils with meekness.

These hills, my home
This land, I call mine own:
Where from its nightmares
It is recovering still;
Where unspoken words
Are eventually voiced out;
Where remembrance
Makes forgiving not the less easier.

These hills, my home
Where I was nursed and taught,
This land, I call mine own
Where I pledge my loyalty to:
These hills, my home
Though forever new, is unchanged;
This land, I call mine own
Sustained by the rejuvenating air:
And I know, somewhere along these hill ranges
Beats a heart just for me;
And someday, our lives will be complete
In these hills, that will be our eternal home.


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