
With layers of roof
Golden Buddhas beneath
A pagoda indeed

With layers of roof
Golden Buddhas beneath
A pagoda indeed

Angels clinging
High up on a drafty corner
In Old Cambridge town

City of towers,
Students, books, and scholars
Astride the river Cam

The bollard stands still
The years pass by silently
The Queen has just died

Lunch on a leaf
Eat it using your five fingers:
An Andhra thali

Older than the rest
Sturdier than the others
An Ambassador

Feed the cow
Pat her gently on the fore head
Surely you will be bless‘d

Traffic on the road
Feeding green grass to a cow
India is great

It might sound odd
Something is moving below my bed
Rabbits, it seems