Look there it’s Gandharvika in her hood
Here in the field of the highest bhajan
Like only she can
And Giridhari, the supreme magician is dressed
In satin and velvet with colors to be seen by only the eyes you’ve not been granted yet.
Mahaprabhu with white and red cape trimmed in black
He’s come to bring his lost servants back
And what I really want to know is which is the next turn this song should go.
Leis, each different, iris, roses,and petals show their contentment.
The gecko and I pass the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with care and raise our palms in the air
On to the bridge crossing the first highway. The whalers are on the right and the house that taught choc-o-lot talk-a-lot the shop is on the right today and the gecko takes leave to work on the floor and I go on to the peddler’s ramp.
This evening the East Bengal outfit the name of one of the parts of India where the Ganga doesn’t flow. They’ve got so many names for places in the world this one’s baby blue