
Tulips and a jar
In a Moroccan garden
Soothe my weary eyes

Tulips and a jar
In a Moroccan garden
Soothe my weary eyes

Stairs behind glass
How far upwards do they reach and why
I wish to know

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