In a village hushed, where time stands still,
She lives, heart divided, against her will.
The city beckons, with its neon glow,
But her roots run deep, where ancient rivers flow.

The drums they beat, the songs ascend the sky,
A heritage of ages, a legacy to fly.
Yet city sirens, sweet and full of lure,
Distract her mind, and make her soul endure.

She sees the youth depart, with hopeful eyes,
Seeking futures bright, beneath new skies.
A part of her yearns, to join their flight,
But her heart is anchored, in the fading light.

A bridge she stands, between the old and new,
Carrying the past, and dreaming of the view.
She seeks a balance, ancient and divine,
To keep her soul, forever intertwined.