Gain the lost

By Eliezer Khiangte

Sit with me my beloved brethren

And partake through this land though barren

Our souls have left, yet we care

Might none come, forsake me not.

Let no force put asunder

Joint hand in hand we prevail

Calmly embrace the future

As we thrive within our beautiful culture.

Sit with me my beloved sisters

As we travel through lurking danger

Give us strength lest we faint

Increase our faith though we be left behind.

Let storms and beast strengthen you

Let them that hurt you be destroyed

Comfort your lovers and beside each stand

As we build that which was bend.

Sit with me father of all

Tell us thee thy story of old

About ranging danger and scorching deserts.

Climbing to unknown ladder of success

Never looking back never surrender

Never wonder to thousand false rumours

Not a single stone unturned

A new life bound by unbroken pure oaths.

Sit with me my beloved mothers

Feeding the mouth of nation and nurture.

Love and care, bless and satisfy.

Souls with faith and belly with goodness

Comforting the poor and strengthen the weak.

Prayers of strong mothers opens the heaven

Showers the nation with blessings like rain

Carrying the Armour, send forth to gain.

By Eliezer Khiangte