Saigon

Paris of Orient,

Land of resource sufficient,

Soul magnificent.

Heart of Indochine,

A place loved by Ho Chi Minh

Uniquely pristine.

Serpentine river,

Graces abound forever,

Aspiring greater.

Pure as the lotus,

The monks' prayerful chorus,

Words are luminous.

In front of the iconic statue to Ho Chi Minh. At the
background is the Saigon City Hall.

(This poem is dedicated to my loyal friends in Ho Chi Minh City namely Ngoc Danh Tranh and Chinh Le.)