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Heroes sleeping, softly lying
'Neath soil for which you fought.
Sleep on, your rest in Heaven assured
This soli was dearly bought.

Deeds that echoed round the world
Were yours and truly earned
A place for you in history
Such things not easily spurned

Serious the situation was
As o'er Indian soil you rushed
The Jap o'er the frontier hurrying was
Assured and with victory flushed.

To stem his might and hold him
Kohima was named the place
Where you, brave fellows met him
Picked then of a gallant race.

From Dimapur he'd nearly reached
Slowly your power gained sway
Up through Zubya and beyond
To Kohima where he meant to stay.

But you didn't think the same as he
As you dug into the 'khud'side
Only to move him whatever the cost
Regardless of numbers who died.

For forty odd days this battle raged
For a tiny Assam town
Time battalions shared attacks
Two div. was ne'er let down.

Once the Jap was on the run
How easy it was to keep him
O'er hill and dale and the winding road
Pursued by you good men of Shin.

Imphal had been besieged for weeks
But you chased him miles beyond there
Over the ghats and through Samum
To end up only God knows where.

NAGA LANDSCAPE

Deep in the heart of the Naga hills
At dusk and the battle won
Alone in a basha midst eerie sounds
'Neath the rays of the setting sun.
Comfortless and far from home,
Though near in heart and mind
Scrub covered hills of paddy fields
The only beauty now I find

Hemmed in allround with hilltops
With thier villages nestling close
To the summits of all and sundry
All alike in silent repose.
At the base o'er hill and valley
The winding road runs on
From behind the far horizon
To the midst of the setting sun.

Toiling back and forth all day
With baskets heavily laden
These dusky people staunch and true,
Old woman, man and yound maiden.
Steep khuds are naught to this clan
As up those khuds they'll go
As muscles gleam and ripple there
Such bodies proudly show.

From the road the khuds slope sharply
To the jungle stream below
A trickling thing of beauty
God willed, ne'er ceased to flow.
Beauties of nature lying
'Neath these hills of deepest blue
Though far from home and hearth dear
Natural beauties, real - like you

Written to my Mother from Maram Spur, Imphal Road?

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