Bhutan; My People Poem by Tendrup Gyeltshen
Bhutan; My People
The morning I wake up to,
the morning we all share,
as sun shines same on us,
is the morning we all love.
As memories of our past,
of our culture and our songs,
as the sun shines high above our heads,
are the memories we all love.
My people with their talks,
with their daughter and their help,
as sun sets down behind our hills,
is the people we all love.
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