Peace Dawns: Manipur 2026
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Dr Ranbir Laishram
New Year 2026.
Knocks soft.
Whispers in Loktak reeds.
Herons guard the shore.
No thunder
from the hills.
No war shadows.
Imphal breathes—
resilient hearts mend old scars.
Valleys burned once.
Rivers cried silent.
Now—voice like Ima's call.
Ethnic hands clasp, disarming grudges.
Quiet fire of kinship burns.
Peace roots deep
in poppy fields.
Not sky-fleeting.
Calendars flip.
Light rises from pyres of the past.
Open, Manipur.
Dawn floods glens.
Heal the earth.
Stitch souls with resilience's golden thread.
Peace?
Grace inside.
Hearts mend,
weapons laid to rest.
Not by force.
2026 steps in.
Spirits rise, renewed, friend.
New Year 2026.
Knocks soft.
Whispers in Loktak reeds.
Herons guard the shore.
No thunder
from the hills.
No war shadows.
Imphal breathes—
resilient hearts mend old scars.
Valleys burned once.
Rivers cried silent.
Now—voice like Ima's call.
Ethnic hands clasp, disarming grudges.
Quiet fire of kinship burns.
Peace roots deep
in poppy fields.
Not sky-fleeting.
Calendars flip.
Light rises from pyres of the past.
Open, Manipur.
Dawn floods glens.
Heal the earth.
Stitch souls with resilience's golden thread.
Peace?
Grace inside.
Hearts mend,
weapons laid to rest.
Not by force.
2026 steps in.
Spirits rise, renewed, friend.