In the vibrant tapestry of my homeland,
Colors weave stories of old,
Traditions handed down by loving hands,
In whispers and songs untold.
The scent of spices fills the air,
A dance of flavors on my tongue,
Each dish a tale of care,
From generations, young and sprung.
Festivals light up the night sky,
Lanterns and laughter in the breeze,
A unity that binds, you and I,
In moments of joy and ease.
My culture, a mosaic of love,
Each piece a cherished part,
Together, we rise above,
Forever close to my heart.