Still, I Call You Home!

Maxstone Irom
Is Imphal still cold like winter?
Oh no, it's not fog, it's eefhul weather.
Oh dear Imphal, I miss you so,
I admire you and love you, you know.

But what has happened to your land?
What went wrong, it's hard to understand.
Broken by conflicts and endless pain,
By leaders who only bring more shame.

I can see it, it's not hidden,
The place I love is hurt and beaten.
It’s so bad now, full of sorrow,
Worse today, maybe worse tomorrow.

I think back to ten years ago,
The roads were bad, and still they show.
Full of potholes, worn and torn,
Hard to drive on, tired and worn.

When it rains, the roads get slick,
When it’s sunny, the dust comes thick.
Dusty like a desert storm,
Nothing here feels safe or warm.

Oh Imphal, you are in my heart,
Even though you’re falling apart.
I still love you, through every pain,
Hopping you will rise again.