Gandharvika once had a dream
A very wonderful dream it was
Of Giridhari going to reclaim his lost servants
As well as tasting the limits of her love
In his ecstasy he would jump high
Then next crash to the ground
“I just can’t accept that” is what she said
“I’ll cover you so you won’t feel the pain”
Now today Giridhari wears yellow and Gandharvika has traditional blue
They combine that way and wearing green is Sriman Mahaprabhu
Leis are of yellow jonquils fragrant and light even if they are fully round
Gandharvika once had a dream
A very wonderful dream it was
The gecko and I race past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa to get the derailleur fixed. Crossing the bridge over the first highway to the campa hatti. The whalers are there at the corner and they wave. Passing the post office and sneaking through the trectchorus triangle the shop is there and they fix it fast. The gecko and I take leave he stays and I hammer back for the vaikalika offering, Down the peddler’s ramp to the tennis park. Down hilling between t he lakes where a giant bon fire is already burning. Along to the east cliff where there are at least fifteen dog walkers and they all want me to stop so they can cross the street.
Deep within the far-off jungle is this evening’s nightdress. They are ready for rest and let me waste no time. By now they are dancing and dancing.