White seed beads with blue and green eyes
Red silk sari with green ruffle trim
A distinct Loi Bazaar style
The Bhagavat says it’s a festival for the eyes
Rose, marigold, and fun flower leis lifts all to the spiritual sky
Gurudeva’s mission re-establishes relation with our supreme lover
Murkha and I are pedaling off
Talking with the near friends on the team
Past the field of the clank of the Aluminum bat
Along with the whalers through the treacherous triangle
I take leave but Murkha goes on around the corner
The cruiser king is chuckles at the sight of his subjects
Huffing and puffing to catch Murkha
Over the first highway the ratha-bhojana-vrksa calls him to take the higher taste
Bows his head then gives chase to the kalarupa in his cape
Knows there isn’t a minute to waste
Pancapradipa and ganga jal
To get there for the sandhya takes careful haste
Cheers of the kernel of divine love await him as he sounds the sank
In the evening blue Giridhari puts on his white nightdress with blue trim while Gandharvika and Mahaprabhu are the reverse. Call it baby blue