The Mizo Path – Delhi Poetry Slam

The Mizo Path

H Zorampari

Let me take you to the land I call home,
 Unknown to many, yet rich in its lore.
 May not shine like gold, but its beauty lies,
 In the soul of its people, where love never dies.
 
 Mizoram, a patchwork quilt of imperfections,
 Stitched with love, and a history of convictions.
 Where valor runs deep, and the blood of our past,
 Meets the present, forever to last.
 
 'Zonun Mawi' - the beautiful Mizo way,
 A tradition etched in time, come what may.
 'Tlawmngaihna' - a spirit of selflessness true,
 Helping others without expecting anything anew.
 These words roam the hills and valleys wide,
 Echoing forever, side by side.
 
 
 In this society, where sacrifice for others is a badge of honor,
 Bonds of friendship run deep, like a river's favor.
 Respect for elders, a guiding light,
 Shines bright, a beacon in the darkest night.
 
 Values reign, and beauty blooms, forever bright,
 A treasure that cannot wane, a precious light.
 In this modern age, where time stands still,
 A traditional heartbeat echoes, fulfilling our will.
 
 The information mic, a familiar sound,
 In every locality, a message is found.
 News of passing, a solemn call,
 Echoes through the streets, one and all.
 
 The youth gather, with hearts so true,
 To console the family, with songs anew.
 Funeral hymns, a mournful refrain,
 The human touch, still resonates, profound and plain.
 

 Long live the YMA! A beacon of unity's light,
 Shines bright, a guiding force in the darkest night.
 With motto noble, and heart so true,
 It brings the people together, anew.
 
 Good use of leisure, a virtue to hold,
 Development of society, a story to be told.
 Reverence for ethics, a path to abide,
 YMA's principles, a moral tide.
 
 Our ancestors said, "Those who hoard will perish,
 And those who share will live, forever nourish."
 Hands that serve, hearts that care,
 In every season, beyond compare.
 
 From disaster's darkest night,
 To celebration's joyful light,
 And funeral's solemn, mournful pace,
 Voluntary hearts find their place.
 
 May the roots that ground me, ground you too!


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