Ramreisem R Shimray

In the silence of the silent night,   When the breeze is at rest.   She took her last breath with all her might;   E’er wanting her breath to last.     She closes her weak innocent eyes,   As death grip hold of her life.   Set forth a journey beyond the skies,   Ne’

Amidst the land of my forefathers; Stood a Hall praised for its excellence. The whites who roam our borders; Extol it greater than theirs. A hall filled with great carvings; Of horns and skulls that fills the pillars. Decorated by those dexterous hands; The hands that are molded in such