The Land of Endless Happiness

Bashu Pokhrel
Ohio, America

The land where euphoria flowers bloom,
But a symphony of grief seldom gloom,
Where merriment dances like a peaceful breeze,
And fantasy advances like cruises, barely freeze.

The waterfalls breath music of elegance,
Where nature glows with endless fragrance.
Mountains stand as defenders of peacefulness,
The land of Thunder Dragon with pure brightness.

In this country, sadness is but gets evaporated,
In lifestyle, happiness shines and is vastly rated.
Every native’s heartbeat rings like bells,
As state shields them just as snails’ shells.

The trees expand skyward in elated petition,
Their leaves chant “Druk Tsendhen” in repetition.
And every star that stain the dusk-filled night,
Mirrors a serene world without barrier and fight.

Here, rights are gardens equitable and wide,
Nurtured by charitable humanitarian and pride,
Where a freedom displays a golden crown,
In the soil, no sight of grimace and frown.

The pastoral lands are stories yet untold,
Their laughter fills hilly lush with bold,
A bountiful canvas rich with dreams,
Where the warmth of kindness streams.

On walls of faith, and roofs of restful quilt,
Every home in this land is mansion built.
A place with epic history and poetic arts,
Where locals greet with open hearts.

A kingdom where aspiration not ever vanish,
Every dream takes flight and accomplish.
The happiest land the world had witnessed,
Bhutan—the prosperous country ever enlisted.