I’ve heard you’re out to distribute preme
stealing hearts is your true game
you’ve sent your representative
to take devotees home
after seeing you dressed in Urvasi
darsana brings us to our knees
but the red backdrop makes us get up and scream!
Mahamuni named the flowers in the leis
red clarinets along with roses and red sunflower sun rise
centers whoa Urvasi
Gecko and I sprint down the road to the main street going right to dodge the construction. Over the first highway and past the clank of the aluminum bat Left at the hospital curve and around to the tennis park. The natasala is still getting ready for the show. Around the corner and past the reviewing stand Gecko and I take leave. He to the shop and I to the highway of information where some several folks are cheering the pictures To the big street to run away from the construction one more around the trader’s where another preme is pedaling by and shouts Gaura Hari as I pass. over the street of the oldest profession to the main street once again where ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls me in for the race with the kalarupa to the sandhya. the shinning moon greets me there and takes the dirt from around the wheel and places it on his head.
“Argh mates! If they won’t take the mercy of Nityananda Prabhu and Mahaprabhu send ‘em all to Davey Jones’ locker!” As Vamsi dasa babaji rode along on a horse of a different color entering Marakatamani Puri he repeated that phrase again and again. The Thakuras are dressed in their pink and emerald nightdress of the same name since it was offered on Radhasatami which fell on the dame day as “international talk like a pirate day.” Still they managed to take rest in good time.