In the heart of my homeland, roots run deep,
Traditions woven like intricate tapestries,
Echoes of ancestors in every step I take,
My culture, my identity, a legacy to keep.

The rhythms of our dances, stories in movement,
Melodies of the old songs, a timeless embrace,
Festivals that paint our skies with joy,
Each moment a celebration, a moment of grace.

The flavors of our cuisine, a symphony of taste,
Recipes handed down, a link to our past,
Every meal a journey through time,
Nourishing not just the body, but the soul, steadfast.

In the language we speak, the words we cherish,
Lies the spirit of our people, strong and free,
My culture, my pride, my heart’s true home,
A beautiful mosaic of our shared history.