The Last Tears Poem by BOBOI PUKHRAMBAM

I march forward holding a Gun,
Thinking about the next rising Sun.
I carry the memoirs of my family;
The days I enjoyed with them merrily.

I shall continue to fight for our land -
Our land, our indigenous land;
To safeguard our forefather's soil,
If needed, I may even bring turmoil.

I even travel the less trodden path,
May or may not even take a bath.
I shall fight the war with all my might.
Wary about my enemies' unknown sight;

When I see the destination in my eyes,
I may not even hear my mother's cries.
But the mightiest soldiers also weep,
For they also have a heart that beep.

I may be destined to life or death, Oh Love!
For the latter, I shall bless you all from above.
These are the last tears for me, you and all of us.
These are the last tears for the onus is on us.

To FREEDOM