It echoes its years of less recognitionIts wary tears fall greatSo great to amaze the visitorOf such awesome sightDeep down rugged inaccessibleAnd sole creek Maybe its fate was determined by its locationAmidst minority inhabitantsOr the children she projects to fortunesForgets her as fast as their view changesHer slang cheeks wary in drops of tearsTourists call falls of waters. Khirem cries so loud yet so little to her childrenThey`re so familiar with her morningThey’ve given it rhythmic pattern.It calls so much wealthYet her children deafenedBlinded by severe hunger and acute. Lack, so rich, so poorHer benevolence spansAcross political divide of local council,Across is the red rich soilOf Mangu from the Pankshin […]