O Snow
Come fall in my valley
and flower in the bare trees shorn of leaves
Come cover the fields of dead bodies
Come cover the lines between Nagas and Meiteis
O snow
Come flow in the river of red
Come freeze the fingers that triggers
Come freeze the Loktak Lake
Come cover the chapter of Meiteis
who live in the past of great culture
Come color everyone's hair grey
to remind them they all will die
without their fights to kill too
O snow
They don't know
Time beats everything
O snow
Come flow in my vein of warm blood
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