Whispers of the Ukhrul Ophiolite

In serpent-green kaphung where legends sleep,
Beneath the skies where spirits weep,
The rocks remember seas once high
Now frozen fire, thrust to sky.

Harzburgite hearts, chromite veins,
Flow through tales in mountain chains.
Wuya dreams in orchids’ hue,
Kashong‘s lily drinks the dew.

Echoes stir in Mangsor’s cave ,
Of kings and queens the rocks still crave.
Each Kaphung speaks in stone,
Where myths and minerals are one.

Longpi Hampai, with serpent’s grace,
Shapes the past in every vase.
Waterfalls, like truths, cascade,
Down faults the ancient gods have made.

O Ukhrul, ophiolite soul,
You hold the land, the lore, the whole.
A sacred seam of Earth and lore,
A living map of myth and ore.