Today it’s peacock feather eyes
Embroidered eye dealy can
Be made into a sikhipicca camara fan
The cowherd boys are all around
While visalaksa uses it to relieve
symptoms of Giridhari’s fatigue
roses, leaves combine with petals
in leis that follow swaying and dancing to gently settle
around the thakura’s shoulders
now our consciousness gels bolder
even though it’s early July it seems so much colder
pedalers in windbreakers on this gloomy day
with time off many are out to play
right at main street and over the first highway
seeing how the whalers detailing hoping for a sun ray
left at the hospital curve
at the tennis court the player has held serve
the natasala Murkha and I are on top
I take leave at the shop
Murkha rounds the corner to see the cruiser king
he smiles and has his bell ring
through the treacherous triangle and between the lakes
as Murkha passes the windmill’s blade shakes
game on on the pitch that is on the right
but there’s no time so Murkha takes flight
the ratha-bhojana-vrksa is waitng for him to heed the call
join the kalarupa in chase to the sandhya cross the asrama wall
greeted by the cotton tail hares no matter how small
the laughing lion nightdress deep blue
with yellow and flower boarder too
beadwork on Srimati Gandharvika’s sari
mukuts and effulgence lemon yellow
taking rest soft quiet and mellow