Langsimbruid

 In Jaintia's hills' ringing of morning bell,

Amidst green slopes where legends dwell, 

A sport of strength, of bulls untamed, 

Langsimbruid, where honour claimed.

In winter mornings, drums resound, 

As villagers gather all around, 

With hearts that beat in rhythmic cheer, 

To witness bulls with courage sheer.

Amidst the fields, the bulls engage, 

In ancient ritual, proud on stage, 

Hooves thunder, mighty horns clash, 

Langsimbruid shows the energetic flash.

From distant valleys, tribes convene, 

In Langsimbruid, a sacred scene, 

Where lineage and pride shine, 

In battles fierce, holding the chilling spine.

For each stride marks a tale untold, 

Of courage, valor, legends bold, 

In Jaintia's hills, this sport endures, 

Langsimbruid, where tradition secures.

So raise the banner, let the drums beat, 

In Langsimbruid, where clans compete, 

For honour, glory, and ancestral pride, 

In timeless bonds that never subside.