My School Poem by Phurpa Wangdi

on the valley of Yangtse
it stands the mighty school
known for its excellence in studies
by name Baylling it is called
the hidden land

away from pollution of all kinds
siren the atmosphere of Baylling is
turn round here and there
what you see is only the trees
of course you can also see flowers.

the flag of Bhutan flutters in the air
the mighty dragon sets its eyes to the sky
thunders and lightning takes its own turns
and one experiences the first drop of rain
the wilted plants slowly sets its head high

everyone is conscious of its position
a autonomous school Baylling is
academic excellence it has achieved
Yangtseps have become time and again elated
this feeling they have constantly nourished.

go green the school has already gone
as the first ray of light strikes Baylling
closing your eyes is not an option
what one sees is eternal beauty
beauty of Baylling worth seeing it is.

east or west
Baylling is the best
north or south
its fame will never leave our mouth
its the truth that no can doubt.