THE FINAL CALL

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The poem has been written with reference to the youth of my motherland,Manipur,with a concern of our fading culture and tradition.

Submitted: August 22, 2012

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Submitted: August 22, 2012

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THE FINAL CALL

This is the final call,

Heed,else we shall fall.

Priceless assets of culture,

Lay fallen with hidden lustre.

Tides of foreign culture,

Flushing out our culture.

Mother molested,

Yet you remain silent,

Fashioning your hair,

Perspiring to remain fair.

Brothers are hunted,

Sisters are raped,

Yet you remain ignorant,

Caring only to remain fragrant.

Lo and behold,

The centre has not completely lost hold,

For some siblings still stand tall,

Guarding our fall.

The clock is ticking,

Her eyes are drooping,

Her voice is fading,

This is Mother's last call,

Heed,else we shall fall.


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