An ode to the dragon king- HM the fourth Druk Gyalpo, Jigme Singye Wangchuck

Exactly six decades ago,
A jewel was born,
With a heart of gold,
And Like the future was foretold,
Ascending to the dragon throne,
This dragon himself roared,
He took upon himself,
The burden of his people,
And at such a tender age,
The dragon strived and his nation thrived.
This dragon king knows no bounds,
He seeks the truth in simplicity,
The four pillars that now stands tall,
To be happy is our nation's most important call.
We Bhutanese are simply blessed and beyond,
The pride we take in being a Bhutanese,
The pride that we have a father so loving,
And likewise our love for him knows no bounds.
The dragon kingdom strives and glimmers,
This dragon king and his dragon people,
And each time the thunders roar aloud,
Across the beautiful dragon skies,
We are reminded of the jewel we have,
And The thunder he brought into our lives.
Now we the dragon people,
Eternally grateful to the joy our father blessed us with,
Stand together with prayers and well wishes,
In celebrating the sixty years of happiness,
Celebrating the dragon king's very existence,
Celebrating what has made us be us,
I wish our king a long peaceful life,
Filled with happiness so immense,
For all that he has done for us,
For all that he has done for our kingdom,
And a fine example for the rest of the world.
Happy 60th birthday, my beloved dragon king!

A sea of faces

A sea of faces,
and i drown in them,
my pensive mood,
and my throbbing head,
yet all the faces blur away,
only their whisperings get louder,
as my mines starts shaking,
they should not matter,
i keep saying.
i feel their eyes feasting upon me,
its unfair how a crowd can win,
their piercing glares,
too much a bother,
ignorance is bliss,
only when one can ignore,
but the sea of faces,
drown my thoughts,
and I am just another face,
among the sea of faces.