In the fabric of time, our stories are sewn,
Threads of culture and identity, intricately grown.
Each stitch a tradition, each pattern a tale,
Weaving our past, where memories prevail.

From the songs of our ancestors, to the dances we perform,
Our heritage lives on, in every shape and form.
Languages spoken, customs revered,
In the heart of our people, deeply endeared.

The food that we share, a symphony of taste,
Recipes handed down, never to waste.
Festivals and rituals, binding us tight,
Celebrating our essence, in the moon’s soft light.

So let us cherish, this mosaic so grand,
A unity of diversities, hand in hand.
For in our culture and identity, we find our way,
A beacon of light, guiding us each day.