A tapestry of stories, whispers of the shy.
In Assam's tea gardens, where echoes linger,
Songs of the river, a poetic river.
Nagaland's hills adorned with tales,
Warrior chants, resilience prevails.
Manipur's dance in moonlit grace,
Nature's poetry, an eternal embrace.
Mizoram's whispers through bamboo leaves,
A symphony of silence, a poet conceives.
Meghalaya's clouds weave dreams untold,
Raindrop verses, a silver unfold.
Arunachal's sunrise paints the sky,
Canvas of hues, where eagles fly high.
Sikkim's rhododendrons, a vibrant rhyme,
Mountainous verses, standing through time.
Tripura's rhythms in tribal dance,
Ancient verses, a cultural trance.
In "Poems from the Northeast," voices intertwine,
A literary journey, where emotions shine.
Through Manipur's valleys, blooms the iris rare,
Petals whisper tales, carried on the air.
In Nagaland's Hornbill Festival's grandeur,
Unity in diversity, a vibrant tenor.
Assam's Brahmaputra, a flowing ode,
Bardic verses, along its abode.
Mizoram's serenity in hills of blue,
Lullabies of peace, in twilight's hue.
Arunachal's forests, a verdant quill,
Wilderness whispers, secrets spill.
Meghalaya's root bridges, nature's art,
Poems etched in vines, a bridge to heart.
Sikkim's monasteries echo chants,
Prayers sculpted in syllabic dance.
Tripura's palaces, stories unfold,
Time-traveling verses, ages old.
In the anthology's embrace, diverse and grand,
Northeast's poems, etched in the sand.
Temsula Ao, the guide through this rhyme,
A curator of voices, frozen in time.
With each page turned, a rhythmic journey unfurls,
Whispers of the hills, tales of the pearls.
A mosaic of cultures, traditions so bright,
Threads of unity weaving through the night.
From Mizoram's hills to Manipur's dales,
Echoes of resilience in poetic trails.
A symphony of languages, a linguistic dance,
In the anthology, each voice has a chance.
Arunachal's twilight, a canvas of gold,
Poets' musings, timeless stories told.
Meghalaya's rain, a gentle embrace,
Verse by verse, in a tranquil space.
Sikkim's yaks graze on poetic meadows,
A landscape of words, where inspiration grows.
In Tripura's temples, silent prayers linger,
Verses whisper, poets' quills trigger.
"Poems from the Northeast," a celebration grand,
Of landscapes, cultures, a poetic strand.
Happy anniversary, one year strong,
May these verses echo, forever along.
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