My Beloved King
“ He is the one who lives in both my spirit and soul. ”
Thailand, formerly, Siam is a land of gold in compare. Realising that we have been very ecstatic, there has been an institute shining in the Thais’ heart since the ancient time, “ The Royal ”.
“The King”, a word we have known sounds very common, but miraculously worthwhile. So many people often ask me what I would think of at first when I hear the word “ Father ”. For a long time, I don’t have a father and don’t know how to reply them in words; nevertheless, the first feeling I touch only just hearing is that I always image to one man walking among saluting crowd. He concentrated on an old lady greeting him with her own flowers and looked at her by his eyes which’s as beautiful as lotus blossoms … He is my father, the father of all the Thais.
For sixty years, he has been working very hard for his people. What was vicious is mitigated and what was good is even better. Seeing that he was amicably sitting down on the ground with us, he was permanently sitting down on our heart and as his speech has been being heard anytime in our soul; therefore, however ecstatic we are, we don’t forget him even a second and despairing as we are, we are not a desperado.
Unforgettably, “ The Sixtieth Anniversary Cerebration Of His Majesty’s Accession To The Throne ” would be the euphoric jubilee in my heart forever.
My King can do no wrong.
Long Live The King