CULTURE
CULTURE
Threads of colour speak before words come to life.
The quality of culture is sharper than the edge of a knife.
In these moments, culture isn’t just something we wear,
Its something that breathes and our world can hear.4
Imagine a gathering of faces, as warm as the sunrise,
Where each smile acts like a quiet drumbeat of belongings.
Beads rest gently on chests, like whispers from our ancestors,
Red as crimson, proud as lineage, sharing stories & histories,8
Tales and folklore that are older than language itself.
Our attire sparks fire that inspire writings etched on the shelf,
Fabric dances without moving — patterns clash yet harmonize,
Without disparities & comparison, in culture we familiarise.¹²
Culture is as voices in a song that no one taught us,
But somehow, we all know it just like stories of tortoise.¹4
Here stands pride, not loud but deeply rooted hereafter,
A tilt of the head, a steady gaze, and a softness in laughter,
It carries the weight of ancestors & generations.
Tradition rests comfortably on our shoulders,¹8
Neither heavy nor forced — just true.
Cultural heritage we exude, it's beautifies me & you.
VICK MANUEL POETRY{VMP}
Copyright ©?19th March 2026.
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