High and dry
A wooden boat waits idly beneath
Blue sky and white clouds

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

No dogs are allowed
In the busy food market hall
But cats – welcome

Risking danger
He sells roses on very busy streets
Buy some please