I remember you all cowboys in Vrndavan
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Frolicking and laughing with the cows and calves
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I don ‘t know why I left you giving up your love
I don’t know how I’ve stayed away
How do I bear the pain?
I see the leis of roses, mums and bougainvilleas
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Darsana of the Thakuras in pink white and silver
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Spinning past the scientists that research the park
Over the snob hill and through the village on a lark
Pedaling in and around the sufferers and cruisers
On the thoroughfare then to Seymour’s museum meeting a couple of Hoosiers
Great blue echoes the call of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa
Over beach hill round the corner I take leave at the shop stopping for siksa
Murkha hammers on trying to beat the kalarupa
Pedaling the path to be greeted by the glories of Krsna sung by sukha
In the ninth, the nightdress, Srila Guru Maharaja came down to rescue fallen souls and these colors, red, blue and green combine in his honor
Seamstress asked a favor
Of a mukutwalla tailor
Showed him the design
He said that would be fine
came to check it out on the chosen day
“why is it different? Is everything okay?” all tailorji could say
“you can’t have it your way”
odds and ends make the leis
a quick stop at the top of the access road
at the lion’s park another picnic is going on among those with no abode
skaters are mocking murkha and I cause they have to cease
I take leave as Murkha stops to acquire some joytish
Answering the call
Pedaling with the kalarupa is a ball
Welcomed by cecil bruner
Who is glad Murkha wasn’t sooner
Baby blue and white
That’s what they’re going to wear tonight
From Radhastami just after the moon was bright
At mangal arati consciousness rises to a new height
Took a look at the calendar today
Second day of the lunar month
Outfit to be “nothing up my sleeve”
the chilly day made me think twice
bhaktas wearing heavy sweaters
construction sounds filled the air
outfit was to be sleeveless July gloom cooled down and there they were
Srimati Gandharvika has yellow coli and veil keeping with the schedule guide
fixing their gaze upon this picture
focused their minds on other things
beautiful rose leis, manjaris, lotus feet
Giridhari’s artistic yellow
Spinning to the main street around the southland past Mahamuni’s post box there’s another picnic going in the lion’s park
Through the crowd of skaters at the corner and they smile Murkha and I cheer their celebration and give them contrast points for style
to the shoreline friends speaking the truth on the thoroughfare
at the natasala folks are queued round the corner for the show
I take leave and Murkha goes to see the king of cruisers gets blessing to hammer all the way to the tune of the ratha-bhojana-vrksa’s call
Kalarupa takes him to the path to the sandhya as folks gather in
In the evening the thakuras wear their pink and emerald nightdress marakatamani puri and enjoy like anything under the light of the stars