Though we got the land on name of religion,
But we tend to be far more traditional,
As being a post-colonial, still baffled,
But now again my nation is girdled!
Every province have its language but,
Radically alike semantics in our spirit,
Some wear waistcoat or some jeans,
This polarization persists in our teens,
But to this point of disparity, still,
We all offer Him together and will!
A time comes in a year, twice
Where we gather with family and cheer,
A reason of celebration twice the year,
One for the fasting in holy month inhere,
While merry on the Latter is premier,
Subdued in the celebrations we’re
Thus so in satisfaction of love,
only of father and mother,
This is the life in my homeland lived,
Mundanely lived … ah seems outlived!