Seeing Srimati Gandarvika’s train so beautiful it will take away your breath
Makes all lost servants want to quit this world of birth and death crystal mukuts sparkling as if one thousand suns rose at once in the sky
The seamstress got inspired and the effulgence got a train attached
Anarthas are jumping off slowly one by one
while devotees are absorbed in kirtan and having fun
drinking in the nectar of Srimati Gandharvika’s train
their mirth is over flowing they hope it won’t slow down
murkha and I circle the research park over the first highway in a trot
taking the left at the house that taught choc-o-lot to talk-a-lot
from families to roadies pedalers are everywhere this freedom day
everywhere is a party and a celebration where they let the music play
quickly past the corner sprinting to Saint Dagwood’s park
wondering at all the people who have assembled there for the lark
“do you want to race?” asks the driver of a beast
smiling Murkha and I agree saying “well to the next stop sign at least”
though easily dusted Murkha and I hammer up the beach hill
laughing from the thrill
taking the left past Bhakta Blade’s kutir and round the spinner’s church
being observed all the while from the catbird’s perch
spinning easily to Seymour’s museum to see the whale
even though it’s called “great blue” now appears quite pale
around the corner past the cruiser king I take leave at my usual place
today to reach the sandhya on time Murkha will have to race
and yes mddd he did get there in time
greeted by a leis maker just before the arati bell chimed
“the touch that kills, tonight’s dress,
helps all understand just how they have been blessed