In the mosaic of our souls, colors blend,Each hue a tale, carried by the wind,Traditions whispered through the ages,In the quiet dance of turning pages.

From distant lands, our roots entwine,In the heart’s cradle, cultures align,Echoes of ancestors in every breath,Defining us beyond life and death.

The rhythm of drums, the songs of old,Stories in fabrics, vibrant and bold,Celebrate the dance of diversity,In every gesture, in every city.

Identity, a river flowing free,Through landscapes of time and memory,In the embrace of heritage, we find,The essence of self, uniquely defined.