Beneath the ancient banyan tree we gather,
Stories of old told in the flicker of the fire.
Drums beat in rhythm with the heartbeats of our fathers,
A melody of yesteryears, our spirits never tire.

Woven garments, each thread a tale of its own,
Colors and patterns, a language long known.
The dance of life in every stitch and seam,
Culture’s essence in every dream.

Feasts of flavor, recipes passed down,
Spices and herbs, a culinary crown.
Each bite a journey to lands far and near,
A celebration of heritage, held dear.

In festivals and rituals, our unity shines,
An unbroken chain through the sands of time.
The past and present in harmonious blend,
Culture’s rich legacy, with no end.