At Arbil City restaurant, Kilburn, London
Tasty lamb shank
Resting on a bed of rice
Is a joy to consume

Post a letter
In this very small red mail box
Make someone happy

Drops of rain keep
Falling on my many green leaves
Don’t you see them now

Morning light
Shining through leaves on a tree
Shadows thrown upon a wall

They are not dogs
Roaming around on the golf course
They’re only jackals

Flaunting blossoms
High above the busy city street
They’re all bright pink

The bell tolls loudly
Within the holy mandir
Pigeons fly around