In the hills and valleys of our beloved Northeast,
Our ignored voices echo, desperate for release,
A symphony of anguish, unheard, neglected,
With hearts heavy, burdened, we stand dejected.
The northeast is more than just a forgotten land,
It's a tapestry of cultures, diversity so grand,
Yet, we're overlooked, our struggles pushed aside,
Silent tears shed, as our voices are denied.
The conflicts rage on, tearing through our homes,
Innocent lives lost, dreams reduced to mere foam,
But where is the support, the empathy we crave?
Dear Mr. PM, it's time to break the silence, be brave!
Our youth, the future torchbearers in disguise,
They long for opportunities, dreams reaching the skies,
Yet, unemployment suffocates their aspirations,
While the nation's attention finds other destinations.
Education, the key to unlock a brighter tomorrow,
But schools crumble, teachers left in sorrow,
Our children deserve better, a chance to excel,
Break the ignorance, let their potential swell.
The Northeast burns, but our spirit's not broken,
In the face of adversity, unity awoken,
We refuse to be silenced, our stories overlooked,
Our voices will rise, like pages in a book.
Dear PM, hear our silent tears,
See the ignored voices, break down the fears,
Stand with us, bridge the gap that now divides,
Bring healing, unity, where love presides.
The time for change has come, let this be known,
For the Northeast, our lands, our people, we own,
Do not ignore the cries, the pain, the strife,
With compassion and action, help us rebuild life.
Dear Mr. PM, let our plea reach your heart,
Together, we can heal, make a fresh start,
For the forgotten voices of the Northeast, we pray,
That you listen, understand and lead the way.
In the realm of patriotism, our love runs deep,
Yet sadness creeps in as neglect takes its peep.
Oh Mr. PM feel the weight we bear
For in this forgotten land we long for your care.
As the tricolor soars high in the sky
We stand with pride but our hearts shy
For the northeast bleeds it craves your attention
Yearning for unity love and comprehension
Our heroes brave and fierce protect our border
Their sacrifices unnoticed their valor in disorder
Their blood stains the soil a painful sacrifice
Yet their stories fade away lost in abyss
Oh Mr. PM listen to our plea
Break the chains that hold us set us free
For in this realm of beauty our voices rise
Seeking justice equality under cerulean skies
We sing national anthem with passion so strong
But our voices tremble as something feels wrong
How can we celebrate with conflicts at door?
When northeast is burning its wounds so sore?
We are sons and daughters of this sacred soil
Yet our cries and struggles often coil
Unseen unheard our voices in fray
Dear Mr. PM please don't turn away
Let us not be labeled as forgotten ones
For our dreams matter like rays of suns
Unite nation embrace diversity
Let this be land where everyone finds prosperity
A tapestry of cultures a mosaic so vast
We yearn for recognition to clear shadows cast
In face of adversity we remain steadfast
But we need your hand Mr. PM to make this last
So dear Mr. PM hear our plea
Unlock potential let northeast be free
In this land of contradictions where sadness resides
Let us rise together with patriotic pride
**AFSPA**, an act granting special powers to maintain order,
Yet its effects on people often ignored and border.
Oting, Where innocent lives were lost in conflict's midst.
Manipur, a state embroiled in ethnic strife,
Its people yearning for peace and a better life.
These are but a few examples of struggles faced,
By people of Northeast whose voices are often misplaced.
Dear Mr. PM hear our cries and pleas,
And help bring about change and much-needed ease.

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