Following the map Kaniyan drew, we cross the borders of nations; carrying the light of our mother tongue to illuminate new foundations.
Carrying the weight of the ancient thoughts,
our actions begin to unfurl;
lifting the spirit of everyone,
lifting the weight of the world.
I am not a self-made machine.
There is a force that steers my soul—
the very atoms were gifted to me
by those who made me whole.
From grandfathers to the ones before,
through the sprint of a thousand years;
this character, this steady pulse,
was forged in their triumphs and tears.
who deserve the credit for the view;
it is the Master, the Teacher’s hand,
in every excellence I do.
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