Is In the revered memory of Xenapoti (General) Lachit Borphukon,
The Hero of our Race, whose historic resistance of the Mughal Aggression and consequent win at the Battle of Xoraighat in 1671, had failed all attempts by the Mughals to enter South East Asia for all times to come ; whose Soul rages in agonising pain today, to hear the footsteps from the foreign land at the Gate of his Tomb
TO HOLD A SABRE
The wind blows the sand on the tomb
That holds my bones within
Can you hear the footsteps carried by
The wind in the night?
These bones do not rise anymore
And I see the hour of impending doom
This is the time when I command
You to hold a sabre...
I once wielded on the mighty shores
Drove the enemy out that vanished in thin air
The men that I once led, did they pass on
The pride to the clan?
The land drank the blood of its sons
To breed braver men
Does the blood still flow in the veins
Of the men the land has bred?
The sand from the foreign land
Has reached the gate of my tomb
Why can’t I hear the boiling blood
In the veins of my clan?
Where are the men that held my pride?
That held the oars wielding the swords
The time has come for me to command
You to hold a sabre, I command...
Hold a fistful of sand
Behold the land that’s your pride
Rise my men now for this land
Hold a sabre I command….
from RECTIFIED SPIRIT
track released December 28, 2012
Samudragupta Dutta/ Rainjong Lepcha/ Gitartha Goswami
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