Taxes, terror, and a Nation's blindfold

Randhir Thiyam

In land once crowned the jewel of the East,
Now ruled by taxes, thugs, and twilight deals,
Where silence feasts while justice is the beast,
And truth lies bound beneath corruptive heels.

The GST drains, yet more demands arrive—
A shadow tax from masked, unvoted kings.
While highways choke, the crooks and ghosts survive,
And freedom flaps on ragged, borrowed wings.

The State is mute, the Centre cold and blind,
As narco-lords parade in foreign thread.
Are we true kin, or strangers redefined?
Forgotten folk, alive, yet left for dead.

O Manipur! Betrayed in broad daylight—
Blindfolded, taxed, and asked to praise the blight.