Every iota of dye
Gives me the notion of gyrating
Around my mother, my family,
My state, and my nation.
The Nation's pride is solemnized
With hue of charm
O! The sumptuous vibes,
The aura of waft
That spells around my occult verity
Cavernously sketched
From my passion.
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