I hail from a village

I hail from a small village,

Where service runs deep in my core,

Friendship flows in my veins,

And my roots lie in family lore.

My home is steeped in history,

A street of tales untold,

And a multitude of relatives,

A tradition worth more than gold.

Plates of rice and tea cups,

Served up with grandma’s love,

A dreamer and doting soul,

Guiding me to soar high above.

Effort disguised as luck,

And fearlessness to take the lead,

I am a product of my past,

A future shaped by my village creed.

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