Now about one score and nine
Our group was faced with the choice
Where did we recognize our inner voice?
This dress was made to celebrate our master's birthday
Gaurangasundar's seamstress' calendar was from the other turn
Master's day wasn't their concern
So I went over to the seamstress and I asked
Seamstress was this from Govardhana puja?
Everyone around had teased her 'bout the day
Hearing me she said “shut up kid” and smiled in a preppy way
Roses, petals, mums and leaves combine as the leis
So it goes the song of their divine play
All the rain again may cause some to melt away but Murkha isn't made of sugar and so he and I are off again to the spacey highway not much talk but the pictures are going at one thousand words each. Taking off again there is an electric tricycle hmmm with a “meep meep” he gives a smug look and as the light turns green takes off. “whatever” Murkha groans but as the trio goes up the hill Murkha and I over take him easily without a sound. The next light is red and he pulls up completing the trio but without the smugness. AS this light turns green it's Murkha and I who take the lead but the tricyclist doesn't repeat the scene. The next light he comes behind just as the last one but a little later. This time Murkha and I drop him so bad that he hasn't made the next light by the time Murkha and I have taken off passing the harbor I take leave pedaling to the natasala while Murkha continues between the lakes honking at the geese up past the windmill sprinting ahead of the rain to the wharf road. the pitch is closed once again. The call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is loud and clear and Murkha folds his palms and pulls the kalarupa along with the sugmeister general.
O deer dough, have you seen Krsna? The nightdress that came on the Radhastami day. Mint green and silver where Mahaprabhu also has a waistcoat that floats on the gentle breeze of their dancing.