Wangdue phodrang Dzong and Me.

The then was year 2009,

Me; a young chap,

With a punk haircut; look of a naughtiness

Walked through

Thy mighty gate that opened with a creaky noise,

With a appointment letter

Neatly folded.

Thy gusty wintry breeze, welcomed me

Together with alternate heavenly ring

Produced

On every spin of the gigantic Mani Dungkors,

That you hold at the gate.

The then was year 2010,

Me; still a young chap,

With a decency; transforming look

Walked to and fro

Thy lengthy timber balcony, that overlooks the stone paved courtyard.

With project files;

Drawn, estimated, monitored and completed.

Thy true content of spirituality, blessed me

With many trainings and workshops

That indeed added

Wisdom, knowledge,

Experience and exposure.

The then was year 2011,

Me; an ambitious chap,

With a hunger; for knowledge

Walked out

Thy mighty gate, which sees a dzong renovation project

With a letters;

Resignation, Relieving order, experience letter.

Thy renovation project in full swing, induced in me

A zeal and zest

To

Update and upgrade my own intellectual beauty

Now in 2012,

Me; a college student,

With a carefree life: into craziness

Watched

Thy beautiful color, magnificent architecture, fume into air and gutted down into ashes

On national television, and social websites.

Thy true value, our fore fathers founded,

Lucky us

They passed onto us with many added values,

Yet we failed to pass onto next generation

For we are selfish and less concerned.