Beneath the grand arches of time,
Where whispers of history reside,
The echoes of governance chime,
In corridors where truths abide.
Promises carved in stone and air,
Murmured by voices of the past,
Each decision a burden to bear,
In shadows that history casts.
The people’s voice, a gentle stream,
Flowing through the heart of power,
Dreams woven in a collective dream,
Blooming in the eleventh hour.
Through trials of time, the nation stands,
On pillars of hope and resolve,
A journey crafted by many hands,
As futures untold slowly evolve.