Poem | In the Heart of Zomi Hills

In the heart of Zomi hills, where the rhododendrons bloom,
Amid the misty mountains, dispelling all the gloom.
A rustic shelter stands on the edge of a cliff so high,
Overlooking seas of clouds beneath a bright spring sky.

The Zomi people toil, with hands both firm and kind,
In fields of green and gold, their faith and hope aligned.
Through struggles and trials, they never lose their way,
For in their hearts, a steadfast light guides them daily.

With harvest tools in their hands, they work from dawn till dusk. Their spirits never falter, and their resolve is a mighty husk.
The smoke from thatched roofs rises, a symbol of their strife,
Yet in their eyes, a glimmer of a better, brighter life.

The stream flows gently by, a bridge of dreams they cross;
With pumpkins, corn, and veggies, they turn their pain to gloss.
A dog stands guard, a faithful friend, by the pumpkin's side,
In every corner of their world, God's blessings do abide.

The Zomi flag waves proudly, a testament to their grace,
Through perseverance and persistence, they find their sacred place.
Through every storm and hardship, their faith remains unshaken, for their spirits are awakened in the power of God.

So in the heart of Zomi hills, where the flowers brightly bloom, The Zomi people rise above, dispelling every gloom.
With hope and faith as their guide, they overcome each test,
In the embrace of God's love, they find eternal rest.
The best of God for the Zomi people is yet to come!

©𝐙𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐦 𝐈𝐧𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 

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