In a realm where thoughts ignite and spirits do combat, I scribe my heart's essence on paper, crisp and flat. With pencil in hand, I sketch a world to combat, Where self and nation dance, connected and intact. Through storied pasts we’ve walked, shadows oft begat, Yet strength in every line, every melodic tat. My identity's flag, with pride I proudly scat, Spanning wide horizons, where dreams boldly combat. Let vision carve the script, future to format, In unity and grace, let none we snub or spat. On this path we inscribe, let love be our habitat, Where paper, pencil, heart, in harmony are sat.