In the tapestry of life, we find our place,
Woven with threads of ancient grace,
Colors of belonging, patterns so wide,
Each stitch a story, where we confide.
The dance of tradition, a rhythm so old,
Echoes of ancestors, tales retold,
In every festival, every rite,
A reflection of identity, burning bright.
From whispered legends to songs we sing,
The heart’s language, the soul’s offering,
In every dish, in every art,
Culture and identity, never apart.
As we journey through time, hand in hand,
Embracing the stories of our land,
We find ourselves in the myriad ways,
A legacy cherished, a heritage that stays.