Ode to the Hmar Hills

"Ode to the Hmar Hills" No crowded streets, no city’s glare, But Hmar Hills' green slopes and mist-kissed air— Where Pherzawl’s rains in whispers fall, And Senvon’s breeze outshines them all. Oh Damdiei’s hills, so cool, so high, Where childhood dreams still paint the sky! No Delhi’s heat, no Mumbai’s sound, Just Tinsuong’s peace on hallowed ground. Let Shillong boast its fading grace, And Shimla vie with charm so base— For here, where heaven’s touch is near, The heart finds home, the soul draws clear. No sweeter rest, no kinder view— My Hmar Hills, I cling to you. © 2025 Pastor Emmanuel Serto