Published after death
Are antiques crafted
From the jewels of our souls.

When hues of culture
Ravish on our uncultured identity
To mock our cultural shards;
The ashes of our burnt huts
Follows us into classrooms
To enclose us in shadows
Woven with nervous excitements.

This culture vibrated in my body
To parse poetries flowing
In my vein for culture;
It will ink into existence
Spirits living in the vein of my pen.

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