Unity Poem by dechen lhamo

No cannons volleyed, no arrow rose,
Yet the world is in its bitter cry.
Nation has stepped at the boundary of its pinch,
Yet the king and leaders do not back an inch.
Salute to the king of Bhutan, salute to the Leaders and salute to the health officials.

The risk of virus echoed the wall,
The fear of death towered in all,
Aha! I figured it out, It is the Health workers' dedication,
Wiping out the cause of our life complication,
Deepest bow to thy service and the tightest hug to thee.
Ripple of love flows with the flashes of care,
Forward our zeal is, backward the ignorance are,
As together we want to dare.

No, No, No….
Birds around seems howling,
Sun beneath the clouds growl, snarling,
Despair doth thunder upon mine ear,
Grief rips off every heart beat with tears,
Shh… promise to wash our hands,
Your majesty, we join you to wipe misfortunes from the lands.

Fiddle-dee-dee! Corona virus, corona virus, corona virus,
Eh? What? No vaccine? How furious?
How furious that we remain as audience,
We kneel down with obedience,
Fold our hands in a lotus and pray,
With the hope to shower the world with ray,
Ray to conquer corona virus
Palden Drukpa!