This heart was broken
and i called myself Manipur
i told my friends "they are manipur"
if they have love letters in their pockes
there will be love
if they have guns and bullets
there will be blood shed

But today, Russel
My heart is more than,
what i believed it was, broken
I take my words back
I can never be Manipur

The city rains
They dance with their naked chest
but my tear runs deeper today
as I cry for myself

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