Ah do the prabhus other societies Take pleasure in goofing on you?
Do they boast about the strictness of their vidhi marg over yours?
And you know good and well Puckawalla doesn't drink coffee
Thus you know his cup is full of dhood with a Tulasi leaf that's drank with touching his lips to the edge
But this dress with it's shades of brown and orange competes with anything he can offer while monkeys steal fruit from the trees on the land
That's the difference between the puckawalla and our gang
So come around to the nath mandir catch Today's leis of roses and hyacinth spread fragrance through the room
The wind and rain took Murkha and I to nowhere fast. Round and round chasing the flautist with the scent of lilacs turn purple and white leis into something wonderful. The essential friends are chattering and when Murkha has had his fill he and I take off to dvitya campa hatti. Left there to the tennis park where I take my leave and pass the harbor. Murkha goes between the lakes and the windmill. The pitch is on the left as he takes wharf road to the long and winding folding his palms taking the kalarupa to the sandhya.
The lotus nails are not a whippon yet they take care of Hiranya kasipu. The thread in this one is green or is that orange? It all depends on your vision. And they dance the night away contemplating this burning question.