GALLANT NOMADS-THE ARMIES ALONG THE BORDER
In bright raiment of black and red,
Hail! Every single nomad,
Ones, who prop our pride tall
To this festive carnival.
Enclose our untainted love and respect,
Shoved safe, deep in your pocket,
O! mighty warriors of the Himalaya,
Disseminate it all across, Merak to Laya.
Fatigued by arduous wintry toil,
Tilling the earth of our Bhutanese soil,
And of all torments, I shan’t mention
To ward off all alien intrusion.
Plugged in a pot-hole, like a welded iron blade
To curb trickling water evade,
Unarmed in unison you all stand
To protect our Bhutanese land !
Highland cultures and traditions you preserve,
Immense reverence from us you deserve,
Bhutan flaunts of your age-long lore
With incessant air of vanity galore !
Come, let us celebrate, I got an idea
To mark this day with utmost euphoria,
Let’s fill our glasses to the hilt
And gobble it to astounding mores you have built !
While living along exquisite border tinted with beauty
Lost in your strenuous labor, your daily duty
Keeping our country’s foes barred,
Mind you, you’re not ignored but remembered !
3rd February, 2012
Karma Thukten
Forest Officer
Wangchuck Centennial Park, Bumthang
For 3rd Annual Nomadic Festival, 23rd-25th February, 2012
