Moulded deep in earth's embrace,
Where magicians, with a mystic grace,
Trick the soil, a golden hoard,
By ancient wonder, richly poured.
Where artists bold, with hues so bright,
The towering landscapes guard with light,
With strokes of offering, colours fly,
Beneath the vast and watchful sky.
Like kaleidoscopic fabrics spun,
Where countless voices have begun,
A vibrant weave of tongue and art,
That beats within this land's own heart.
A flavour deep, a spiced delight,
Where wisdom blooms in herbal might,
Philosophic scents arise,
Beneath the ancient, knowing skies.
With progress fresh, a verdant gleam,
A diverse tapestry, life's bright dream,
And love and kinship, a strong tie,
Where spirits meet beneath one sky.
These are the roots that hold me fast,
The ancient echoes of the past.
But wings unfold, on modern breeze,
With hope and unity, at ease.
This land, my own, where dreams take flight,
From heritage to future bright,
My cherished home, where spirits free,
Holds timeless meaning unto me.
