So many fantastic colors
Mahaprabhu, Giridhari and Gandharvika each has a different one
Mahaprabhu in fuchsia and blue
Giridhari like old school days purple and gold purple and gold
We’ll put Clifty out in the cold yeah rah Jefferson
Isn’t funny how the orange of Gandharvika’s sari refuses to rhyme
no matter how many couplets in whatever rhythm or measured in time
leis of roses picked late at night by ninja pickers, faster than the speed of mind brought back so many that even Giridhari’s flute had a leis
Respect the ratha-bhojana-vrksa and hammer to the main street where Gecko waits. Off to the left to the post office looking at all the pretty people in the lion’s park up the campa hatti left there and under the first highway to the toad road passing the soccer pitch along the way. The wharf road delivers me to the long and winding. Sprinting the rest of the way past the ratha-bhojana-vrksa with folded palms. On back to the asrama as the time draweth near.
Lotus nails weapon of choice of Nrsimhadeva for his fight. Look at the thread in a different way and it’s easy to say it’s orange they are squaring the circle in order to fit every body in for their nocturnal pastimes