There has to be a new outfit for Gaura Purnima
But the seamstress doesn't know what color
Looking at pictures and reading the dreams
Then the young babes say
Gauranga Mahaprabhu should be in mango
Giridhari in yellow, Gandharvika in both with red choli too
Don't kids say the most wonderful things?
That idea really makes the bell ring
What about the crowns? What would go right?
Then the young babes say
Mukuts from “you can't have it your way” the red and gold made by the seamstress herself.
Leis of roses and narcissus as usual swaying as they dance
Contemplating them draws one into divine love's trance
And all the young babes say
The colors so evenly spread
Pale yellow with a touch of red
The gecko and I are off again a little further down the sucker hole. Bowing to the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and sprinting to the main road we cross over into the southland. Then left back to cross the bridge over the first highway. The campa hatti there now has a sign that advertises a different kind of “happiness” is available there. Past the whalers and the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot we see the stars rising in the morning for just a short visit. We come to a corner and remember that we can't make a left turn there and are forced to go down by the park of mountain men. Due to the rain none are our practicing. So it's on to the leaping monque and the trader. Back to the corner there and taking a left to the reviewing stand where the cruiser king salutes. At the triangle we take leave like always he to the shop and me to the sandhya via the peddler's ramp. The bear is wondering where I've been. I wave as winding and I go on to the wharf road under the highway there and on to the long. The ratha-bhojana-vrksa looks on as I fold my palms and the kalarupa gives chase to make sure I'm on time.
There are holy places in the world that everyone gives names to according to their own idea. This one has a name too, they call east Bengal the radhadesa, and this is named for its color baby blue.