Genre: Sonnet
 Rational: My king is my world, whose action cannot be deciphered with praise, but can be felt in each and every citizen of Bhutanese peoples’ heart. Without him we are like birds without wings. Kings came and gone; doing their best to serve the nation and people, but the 4th druk gyalpo is a gift from heaven to the people of Bhutan, who had serve the nation its people selflessly.     

4th and 5th druk gyalpo
Eons and eons of search and struggle,
The light of hope had not appeared for its soul;
Though the blessed land was known to be an angle,
                                                  But no men had stood for its call and goal.

Wiser and wisest came up to grow
Greedy and greediest fought for the door;
 But no men with pure heart came to show
And the blessed land had nothing to pour.

Wanderers wondered for the birth of core
And that had happened with the prayer of all
So, he showed his presence in all the lore
Being a guardian and guider to one and all

The only kings of king with kindness and hope

He is our fourth Druk Gyalpo in the land of scope
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