So you’re going to the seva asrama where the aratis are precisely on time
Remembering the Deities there this outfit’s name, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, are words that go well in this rhyme.
The seamstress has put elegant silvery pleats in Gandharvika’s skirt
The same cloth is in Mahaprabhu’s chodder and Giridhari’s kirta .
Leis of tube rose, tea rose,sunflowers from the Deity’s land
Respect to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and on to the main road. The beasts push me straight along to the post office. I pass the florist and the field of the clank of the aluminum bat. The gecko meets me at the whaler’s and we see people going into the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot. Posting the letter at the office we head for the leaping monque. From there we pass the place of the fixed gear head’s death by ups truck. The bhavanaless mauli sends us to the museum and beyond to the sufferer thakura. Many are praying at his feet today must be a contest coming. Through the maze back to circle the spinner’s church and sprint over the railroad bridge and look out at the mountain men riding figure eights. From there we circle the trader and keep Saint Dagwood’s park on our left. At the shop he takes his leave as he is want to do each day and I sprint past the reviewing stand to Ms. Gault to avoid the triangle. Taking in the harbor and the boats between the lakes I pass some messengers on the way to the wharf road. The soccer pitch is on the left and soon I’m on the long and winding folding my palms to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and racing the kalarupa to blow the horn to begin the sandhya.
Act as a lion on the chase and at home act as a lion with your cubs. Offered on Nrsimhacaturdasi this dress is ready for them to go out dancing under the stars once again.