With old and dilapidated shacks but busy and robust,
Sarpang, you were on a journey nervous to adjust
Rags to riches withstanding disasters and pride;
The Nation witnessed the scenes in your strides!
With furious floods and ravaging fires
You could rise in so-called new attires;
You dotted the landscape with shaky shelters
And again, moved forward helter-skelter
Finally, a new plan arrived for you as a town
Ranibagan was to be its core and crown;
The municipality was named Semchamthang
And it stands across the river as buildings sprang!
The river has been tamed with walls on sides
While the lush-green hills stand around to the skies;
Spirituality exists unrelenting in her resolves
On the island-temple where faith evolves!
Sarpang was a part of the city unfettered
But her future is bold capital lettered;
A hub of activities for the Mindfulness City
Where no one, on you, shall have pity!
