Sunday, May 5, 2024

7 Sisters Hand in Hand

Seven sisters, hand in hand,

Daughters of the eastern land.

From Assam's plains, where Brahma flows,

To Arunachal's peaks, where winter snows.


Meghalaya's mist, on flourishing hills,

Manipur's jewels, with dancing skills.

Mizoram's bamboo forests sing,

Nagaland's warriors, freedom bring.


Tripura's lakes, a tranquil dream,

Sikkim's monasteries, sunlight's gleam.

Diverse in customs, rich and bold,

An interwoven, stories told.


From Khasi whispers, soft and low,

To Mizo melodies, that sweetly flow.

Bihu's rhythm, Hornbill's flight,

Festivals vibrant, bathed in light.


Spicy curries, with a citrus zest,

Silk handlooms, the finest dress.

Headhunters' tales, and weaving art,

A land that captures every heart.


Strong and independent, spirits high,

The seven sisters, reaching for the sky.

Unity in difference, their voices blend,

A Northeast symphony, that knows no end.

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