Best Bhutan Poems


Covid-19 Experience As Health Worker's Wife

The ballad most widely known
In Bhutan, a heroic tale of Tsewang Tashi.
Like the hero was selected to go 
for the battle, so is he chosen to go for war
without armor.

Without armor? 
would be your question.
Don't be astonished, for the war
is not against other worlds, neither between
different ethnic groups, but is the war 
to combat the deadly disease of 2020,
yes! the pandemic covid-19
spreading quickly in every nation.

But why him? 
would be your next question, but ask not 
because he is not the king or the ministers
fighting wholeheartedly for the people.
Rather he is included,
to those group, who is on their 
responsibility like any other individuals.  

Why about him? 
ask me that. I Phurchu Zam
like that of the heroic tale, awaits for his return.
Oh! that's about him, but its not.
For it is about Phurchu Zam 
resembling my state, with hurdles in heart 
massive than that of the man
who went for the war.

It is just a lonely night,
with your warmth lingering around,
just to fade away. The heroic tale
is sung and acted, mourning the tragedy 
of nation's great hero. But who have the idea
what Phurchu Zam went through?
With her two fatherless kids,
with her hope like that of wings of a bird. 
And that wings were broken, 
For there is no hope, waiting for him.

I will wait, Just like Phurchu Zam
as he is my Tsewang Tashi. 
Then am I her? No I am not,
For my hero will come
serving our country, with his selfless duty.
For he will be back,
as he knows his Phurchu Zam is waiting
counting on every seconds, for his 
RETURN. He will be back,
without a wound in his body
though he went to fight,
A war without armors.

A New Dawn: a New Hope

As the dusk takes leave of the weary day,
A new dawn of hope and dreams make its way.
Yesterday's a closed chapter of our life,
Do not rewind your thoughts, it will bring strife.

Reminiscing on past failures bring pain,
Letting your future plans go all in vain.
Why let failure interfere with success,
Move on with perseverance to progress.

A new dawn comes with new hopes and chances,
To let you sail on the sea of success.
Never misjudge your power, let it shine,
Do your best and it shall be fit and fine.

Hark! A dark dusk always bring a bright dawn,
That energises you and gives you brawn.
Do not let failures pose a threat to you,
Failures are disguised chances, note the clue.

@Tshering Wangchuk
   Bhutan

Logo Streets

Logo streets
 Tarek Hassan

I saw in Kathmandu in Nepal

Hand-crafted paintings of the city, aesthetic artistry

She did like him forgot

Suddenly the door sound  memory.

I went to the Indonesian island of buttam

Filled eyes saw, the sea shore

I wrote the name of the plane splitting book

Baluchar got to bed rest.

I saw the sea waves Malay

A long line of rows in the garden of the plume,

Malekkara arranged the scene, to me,

It was really fascinating, bhuleni mind.

I saw the Maldives, around the island city

Travel enthusiasts spend hours in the parlor

Small passenger plane shuttled everyone

No it does not flying and landing  airport.

I've lived long, the city of dreams

  Eternal spring in the country, the love

Took her as his workers,

He went to the city, I saw how much

Are there to touch hands 

luxury lifetime pass in  Palace.

I traveled in China in technology

Many people say to me they don't understand 

I was impressed to see the love of their homeland,

How many state alleges the new angirase

lightning  at night I have seen in Beijing.

I went to Hong Kong on the way

He also saw how the people

I am surprised the external mix, fascinating behaviors,

I have no one to tell details.

I have seen skilled people in the Philippines exercises

Again I saw something there to look dirty,

I was shocked to see their culture

Girl brutalized the country.

I went to India, to heal the mind

How many scenes have been unknowingly plunge

I have seen the Taj Mahal in Agra, I thought again and again

Why do we need so much love.

I bent down and touched the high mountains of Bhutan

I shook with fear of their lives when the plane varies

I'm going down through the mountains.

I went to Australia, on the ground

 I could not keep my feet,

The fate did not respond to me, warning that day

dream  is still chasing me.

I love to this day, do not see the city

I did it in the hope chest, one night,

This is a dream I have traveled on the fog

Logo luxury streets.


The Dance On the Mountain Peaks

At Paro of Bhutan I found the clouds
Gathering over the snow white peaks
Over the summit the deep blue shroud
Kept looking on in dazed disbelief

If one takes up my fountain pen
Or snatches my favourite umbrella
Restless naturally are all the grains
Confusion arrives in the sweet tabla

White clouds start fondling the peaks
Drawings of beautiful chaos emerge
Surge of colourfully deep drum beat
Dance in the white peaks go berserk

Rises from the foothills the peace palm
Lifted in the air from a milky white lotus
In the eyes smiling the poems of psalm
Enjoy in peace, ---says a voice sonorous

I quieted my pen and put down the notebook
In bliss kept fixated my blue pacific look
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Tabla : A small drum or pair of drums of India turned to different pitches and played with the hands : In Dictionary.com
May 2, 2016

Ode To the People's Monarch

The Land of Thunder Dragon,
The blest estate of saviour Guru Rinpoche;
The Last Shangri-la reigned by prophesied Wangchucks lineage;
Mighty Palden Mahakaley,the redeemer of the Dragon Power,
Sacred constitution,the holder of peace and order;
Graceful Jekhenpo,the guardian of religious theology
Ye all, the drums,the flute and the trombone bring,
Yellow and orange drangon flag spreads the peace of wings;
Gleeful fairies and deities join to crown His King,
Ere,pay I submit my sublime bow,
With words and hearts with full devout I avow 
Song of mirth and serenity we sing and share to the whole beings
Oh,mighty Geser Gyelpo,on the magninoumous throne thou shines, 
Showering compassion and happiness from thy heart sublime 
The king of might and wise,Drukpas beacon of hope,
Who strives for the welfare of all,the real Pope
Thou espoused humanity, decency and love for all
Bhutan,the land of minute Eden we enthrall 
Bhutan,the land of Gross National Happiness,
Unity leading to the Land of tranquil loveliness, 
Come ye! Afar, Nightingale, sing thine song of victory;
Far and wide,the great musicians play their song of happiness admiringly
Hark! Thunder Dragon singing above,
Magnificent light sending his happiness and love,
The pristine greenery and serenity of nature sways gleefully ;
Soaring skylarks flourish the tune of peace cheerfully, 
Here, the young poet,graciously inking his cordial gratitude ,
Where none can ink and pen his line in verisimilitude,
It's from his unclouded heart that speaks the truest delight
Bring the clarinet,trumpet and saxophone
Let's sing and play your triumphant 
Upon thy ascendant we present our earnest acknowledgment 
To honour His Gesar and his throne 
With equity and tranquillity this nation will breath 
Under the magninoumous reign of His King we sheath
Grandeur,thou my potent King,
Thine charismatic reign continues to gleam like endless ring
May the people be blessed forever 
With our clean body,mind and speech,
We offer you the prayers. 

This poem,I dedicate to the 5th King of Bhutan,coinciding with the Coronation Day of HM Khesar.

The People's King

The People's King

Sonnet 1.

Drukyul,the Land of Thunder Dragon,
The domain of existent Eden,
Divine constitution with aligned canon,
Ornated Drukpa with complete freedom
Ere thy magnanimous magnanimity I stoop,
For thou art the salt of democratic soil;
Thy magniloquent discourses flutter whole and swoop,
For the nation and people I shalt toil,
To the helm of the nation,I pay my homage,
Let Bhutan sheen nether thy empyreal reign,
Thy art of epitome of kindness,a great heritage,
A doctor of divinity,bequeathing quietude in ceaseless chains.
People's Monarch,May you live in every living heart,
Shine thy Wangchuck glory in evey part.

Copyright © Dawa Zangpo |

Note: I dedicate this sonnet to the King of Bhutan,HM Jigme Khesar Namgyel Wangchuck to rule his Country under glorious reign.  May peace and happiness propagate to whole universe.


Summer Flows This Way

White and black clouds on blue sky
And to be the rain around,
Flowers flowering greenish yellow and red color
The nature is beautiful, and everything of nature.
River flow from Bhutan hills in our village
Birds sing sweetly and dancing on trees,
Farmers go to harvest, in the land of agriculture
Go to the womens to give rice.
Servants and farmers make the border
Womens caught fish by jekhai on the river,
The cricket sing afternoon and evening
Halzangkhra would be in the land of agriculture.
The girls go to take bath on river
To take a smiling on thier lips,
Go to pluck vegetables at the banks of river
The proggies provoke to them.
See the himalaya mountain by stretching legs
Fishes are happiness and flock of the heron,
The world in youth in this season
Beautiful and be the form of dark green.

My Kind of Town

In the world of our reality 
Abounds too much bitterness 
Let us come to Thimpu
For dews of peace and grace

Green hills surround the cool town
All day long multitude of birds
Blue shadow envelopes our mind 
Before Buddha  swords calm down

Happy faces of children and grown ups 
Handsome flute in their eyes
No much hustle and bustle 
Peace-laced liquor in small wine cups

Hill allures the amorous cloud
Clouds embrace the hungry hill
 Lovely lovemaking plays out
Crazy turns our cerebral quill

The town sits amidst the vales
In clusters on various slopes
Cottages full of light blue tales
Life in crimson hopes

The capital of Bhutan
Thimpu, the town where
Braids of moonlit woman
Sway in moon-mixed air
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5/1/2016

Premium Member Kick the Can Hard-Bucket List

I’ve kicked the damn bucket
                                         turned it upside down
pieces of a lae fell out, yards of fabric
hand-woven bright

The spill was tremendous
out came tinksa’s
         prayer flags
singing bowls
and melted glass 
from Pele

Kneeling in the snow
    of winter, in I peer
the bottom is not insight,
wetness shimmers and seas call
       oil films
on Northern lights

Before me, before my time
my Grandad played kick-the-can
           damn good idea
as toe meets bucket, I howl
perhaps, I will go see
a polar bear!

No regrets fill my bucket
for I want mine full of colored bits of Lhasa
windchimes from Bhutan

Dented, by life marked, decorated
hell morphed, I intend to rise
on comet tails
    look for me
in ashes       on a wind
in the H i m a l ayas


Poet: Debbie Guzzi

Ode To My Inspiration

Thou,be my inspiration, motivation and aspiration,
Thou,be my guidance like father,brother and mother;
Thou, be my close friend, lover and all my admiration;
Thou, mine hope,prospect and ideal advisor;
In harsh and easy,thou walks the thoroughfare majestically,
Raising high head glowing light when in low,
Thou,my Lord Poet, uplifting the juvenile youths intrigue,
Is thine purpose, carrying the spirit of never say never;
Some dispraise and spit,yet,thine heart of gold is not fatigue,
World doth read thee,thine fame soars over world and ether ever, 
Known to universe, a wonder Poet from Bhutan, 
Whose heart is visionary,guileless, immortal and moral to whole,
Working with devout fealty as in toiling tan,
To serve TSA-Wa-Sum from all his soul;
Yeah,methink,how bless'd was I then
To have met my true encouragement 
Let me pen some gratitude from unfain heart ;
Shall thou be all our hearts of compassion and happiness;
There be charm in flow of thine songs and poetry;
Let none come shatter the way towards destination,
Let your poetic soul live everyday
I call my friends and Gods to praise thee, 
To form the world of enchanting music evermore.

Youths and Drugs

YOUTHS AND DRUGS
Youths are the nation's pride 
They're the precious treasure 
Spread all over far and wide
Their values beyond measure 

Their minds're fragile as bubble
Characters akin to a wet cement
Easily they jump into trouble
Must act fast, later no lament

Innocence rules them by birth
Environment puzzles the minds
They want happiness and mirth
But some souls simply blinds

Unaware of the consequences
Gets hooked up by addiction
Slowly they lose their defences
Well-wishers turn to benediction

Substances hyptonise his brain 
Controlled by them, he's a robot 
Helplessness is a dreaded pain
Addiction he has already bought

Late, it isn't to get resurrected
From the abyss of drug's hell
Let your life be fully corrected 
And be back to the world, well 

© Tshering Wangchuk 
      Bhutan ????

The World Has Gone Crazy

Everything is 'normal' - the balance has shifted,
even lady footballers have suddenly become gifted,
electric cars and now public trips to the stars,
it's said that certain sexual people may be banned from bars.

I'm not smoking in Bhutan but vaping in Uzbekistan,
the scent of grass is on the US plains, that's hash not ground,
I'm not sure if you're Miss or Mister, must be sinister,
you don't like me cos I'm brown, you'll never have my tan mate.

Everyone's protesting, I'm going to glue myself to someone's ****,
I'll only agree to something, my wishes - if it fits,
I don't like this, I don't like that, cats eyes inventor,
if he'd seen the cat the other way round, he'd have invented the pencil sharpener.

Seriously tho,' we must take action - we will all be gone,
destroyed, God's beautiful plan - until the next one comes along.

A Full Moon

A full moon
never amazes me 
ever like before

Whenever I see it
thoughts of my dad
occupies my mind

And I couldn't embrace
cold rays 
Instead heat waves
hit my face 

A full moon
won't help me pen
verses like before 

Cos, It was
On a guru poornima day
On a full moon night 
2 years ago
My dad's soul merged with god


It was on July 5 2020 ( A full moon day and also guru poornima) and today is the full moon day of this month and also guru poornima)  


Wikipedia:  

Guru Purnima (Poornima) is a tradition dedicated to all the spiritual and academic Gurus, who are evolved or enlightened humans, ready to share their wisdom, based on Karma Yoga.[6] It is celebrated as a festival in India, Nepal and Bhutan by Hindus, Jains and Buddhists. This festival is traditionally observed to honour one's chosen spiritual teachers or leaders. It is observed on the Full Moon day (Purnima) in the Hindu month of Ashadha (June–July)

Without Knowing Your Gender

Without Knowing Your Gender...,
(nonetheless ex post facto still flattered)

Bhutan names defy affiliating,
determining, identifying... gender,
and what a faux pas this dada admits,
when a blessed high school
student did league gully tender

benighted, gifted, ordained yours truly
with sobriquet "Guru"
alluded to in previous poem, render
ring this foolish hearty good fella (me)
falling prey to embarrassing situation,

(I did misrender
as would be expected
from this crash test dummy,
who dented his psychological fender),
vis virtual mind bender,

when an initial presumption
smarted Matthew Scott as offender,
asper online youth NO pretender
by him, aye mean the sender
communicated his admiration,

adoration, adulation for this big spender
of sincerity, viz singular poetic magi - (ha)
made presumption that
unknown messenger slender,
and female, and

upon enclosing appender
referencing person as "lovely princess"
did respondent clarify finding deface
of zee poet here -
logic chops went thru blender

as if slapped by a suspender
experiencing irrevocable shame
as though a contender
attempting to guide false supposition
playfully mistaking sexual

identity of male sender,
he (young kneeler)
bowed as winning scoring goaltender
down as mine professed

metrical feet, he who acquiesced
non Asian minor, friender
NOT seeking moneylender,
nor mistook my heart of gold),
mine apology I did obligingly surrender

and possibly chuckled to himself,
asper an uproarious hellbender
whereat my countenance turned
fifty plus shades of lavender.

The Love of the Road

My eyes are like your eyes
In front of a sudden facing face,
I didn't remember me
The body of electricity in the water flow.
Smiling, laugh your lips
Reddish color, like the soft sun of the east
The spring was like the sky
I love your flowering face.
Bright waterfall like bhutan hills
In the heart of peace,
Birds tone from the opacity
Sweet echo was in the evening.
You and I in the road
Romance sprinkle, like spring
Mind and heart blowing the weather
Your and my body massage.

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