Wear a peacock crown like the prince of vrndavan a peacock crown and. A starry cloak. Place your head at the stars at the foot of his dhoti and by his grace you'll come to know his merciful flow
The ratha-bhojana-vrksa turned the raindrops into beads of sweat as I went down the main road to the field where the bats have become silent. The gecko is cheering me on as the only peadler he 's e seen today. I circle shopper's corner and the triangle. The house that taught-choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot sees me to the harbor where Italy the right to the skull and cross bones . The wharf road leads me to the tree I fold my palms and sprint to the sandhya