The silent witness of Manipur
The age-old tree of Kangla
It has seen kings come and go
It has seen war, peace, joy and sorrow.
But still it stands —
Someone, long ago, planted this tree —
Planted with a dream and hope
Knowing the decades to grow
Knowing its shade will not bestow shade upon them,
But still it stands —
The silent witness of Manipur
The age-old tree of Kangla
It is a bridge from yesterday to tomorrow,
It is an invisible line where earth meets sky
But still it stands —
Strong, silent, and deep-rooted in Kangla
Its branches spread out like green wings
Its roots run deep and far
Bearing the memory for all of us
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