By Menaka Heisnam
Far yet in the nearest
Was a valley that lies silent
And it's dwellers were none
But fear and sorrow.
Descendants were they
of ancestors called love.
Where have these ancestors gone?
Was what I always wonder.
Into the wilderness?
or in the unseen land of death?
Yet the answer was deep
and can't be reached by my thinking
For my mind was innocent.
Lost weren't they in the wilderness,
nor travelled in the country of death
But was exiled in betrayer's land
for they were warriors
defeated by weapons of trust.
This, my shadow,
is the tale of sorrow's valley
which once was dwelled by love
but inherited by fear and sorrow.