Echoes Of Valor

From the hills of Kohima, where spirits dance,

A tapestry woven in life’s fleeting trance;

To the plains of Dimapur, where a journey unfolds,

A saga of stories, of hearts in whispers told.

Through the misty mornings and moonlit nights,

Echoes linger of struggles and ancestral rites.

The whispers of elders in the rustling leaves,

Their legacy, in every heart that believes.

Amidst the rhythm of chants, hills and melody,

A dance of unity, in our diversity.

In the hornbill’s call, in the war cemetery’s grace,

Nagaland’s story, an ever-evolving embrace.

Under festival lights, where joy takes flight,

The beats of life’s rhythms,

And the dance of the spear,

In each step, the spirit of the land we hold dear.

Now, each line breathes with the essence of a living tale, 

the human heartbeat within the hills,

and the dance of dreams under festival lights.

Forever to live on through generations to come.