Shadow Of My Tradition -Poem
Beholding the shadow of my culture, I still exist in murals of past venture, Time fleets in voyage of dust, Unless fleeting dust are beaten out of rust... Brushed myself in Hues of my tradition, Incarnating outdated attire in vintage reformation, Bihari by birth from West of East, Brought up with cultural heritage From literature to litti- chokha feast... ~ReenaLakhaiyar
