In the holy land of Navadvipa on the banks of the sacred Ganga
Everything is mystical leaves the west far from far behind
But what's that coming from the kelarganga?
and the golden lord is searching his lost servants
while the brahmins are going out of their heads
ask Maharaja Pratraparudra while he's sweeping the road
offered for Gaura Purnima some time ago first with the silver crowns
but the gold works best the ganga wins over the yamuna
The rose leis with daisies add a splash of color to the white outfit
A team goes by as i enter the main road. Respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and i give half a chase until the gecko meets me 'round the bend to the tennis park. The windmill is open with folks sitting outside in the cool breeze to beat the heat. We dodge the sufferers on the east cliff and take off for the wharf road. Taking a right there we silently slip through the opal cliff and on the sunny cove. The natasala's film festival is in progress as the gecko says "good-bye" and i turn the shopper's corner and head back to the long and winding to respect the tree and slide under the sandhya's tag.
That's the most blessed event, to be able to help them into their night dress and see them off to their evening pastimes with grace and happiness.