THIS IS MY WAR!


Ka hringnun lamhraw khuovang ri khamsa,

Suilung phang naw sien khuo relah;

Sunhâng za tam nerthleng ngai hi,

Thlungzawm ni la um a tih.


Sunhâng tamin tawnhriet a pêk,

Tiem thiem dan inchuk ṭul nawkin;

Inchuk tawpni um sien an rieng di'n,

Nun khawm hadam deu a tih.


Tangkaruo inluonin sûm a pai angin,

Sunhang tinin indona a sawm;

Pasal taka hêl loa râl rêlin,

Hma sawn ka tih hnena chang hmakhat.


Iengdang nekin sungrila mani indona hi,

Indona lientak le nunrawngtak a nih.

Chu indona hnea hlado sam chu,

Phaivuo hrang zoa khaw eng ang a nih.




Tuolbuol 18,2022

Kylm HO

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