it is on the streets of Imphal
where blood streams out from the wall
it is on the streets of Imphal
where the smoking guns walk
it is on the streets of imphal
where the effigies of Ministers' being burnt
it is on the bank of Imphal river
where doped youngsters hide and giggles
it is on the streets of Imphal
where lovers are caught for the act of love
it is on the streets of Imphal
where you see the red stars hanging
it is on the streets of Imphal
where protester burn themselves alive
it is on the streets of Imphal
where civilians been killed for no reason
it is on the streets of Imphal
where you see the masked rickshaw pullers
it is on the streets of Imphal
where mothers are in flame at nights
ask me not a reason
for being a seasoned
Victim in this battle
of self determination
we talk of it
got caught
in this town of frauds
we swam across
to run away like a toad
but the tails got stuck
at where we belong
we sing a song
to forget the dawn
as it never brings
a new me and you
Oh! Imphal,
home to many homeless soldiers
cemetery for many mothers' son .
i wanna tailor a gown
for you for every chaotic nights
that you have suffered.
Give me a day
they do not threat me
Give me a night
i do not hear a bang
I will show you the dream
which never slips away
even if the dawn break
