Kalen Paron Biography
From the valleys of Upper Siang I rise,
A poet shaped by mountains and skies.
Where rivers sing and forests breathe,
My verses grow like silent wreaths.
I write of love, of time, of pain,
Of fleeting youth and life's sweet gain.
In every line my homeland stays,
A voice of hills, of timeless ways.
(A poem of protest and protection)
They call her water —
We call her Mother.
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Where the clouds kiss Dirang's proud brow,
And the winds through Alu Yorbe bow,
Two hearts once met by secret streams,
In a land older than dreams.
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