In the heart of my homeland, where ancient rivers flow,
Lives a culture rich and vibrant, with stories to bestow.
From the dance of shadows at twilight’s gentle call,
To the melodies of history, echoing through the hall.

Our festivals shine bright, with colors bold and grand,
Each celebration a testament to this cherished land.
The aroma of spices, a symphony to the soul,
Binding generations, making us whole.

Wisdom of the elders, passed down through time,
Their whispers in the wind, like an ageless rhyme.
Crafting our identity with each woven thread,
In the fabric of our culture, where we are led.

So I embrace my heritage, with pride and grace,
A testament to my roots, my sacred place.
In the dance of life, and the songs we sing,
My culture is the essence, the spirit’s wing.