In the tapestry of time, threads intertwine,
Colors of culture, vibrant and bold,
Whispers of history, stories untold,
In every pattern, a life defined.

Echoes of ancestors dance in our veins,
Traditions like rivers, flowing through years,
A melody of rituals, hopes, and fears,
In every heartbeat, the past remains.

Languages spoken, a symphony of sound,
Words that bind us, in unity stand,
A chorus of voices across the land,
In every syllable, our souls are found.

Through the lens of identity, we see,
A mosaic of faces, diverse and free,
In the mirror of culture, we find our way,
In every reflection, our truth displayed.