Look there now what’s that?
Becarful there are Appliqués
falling all over the altar
recollection that lingers in the mind
destroys darkness
prepare now
Take care purify your heart
Apt for vision of “yantra puri” to reside there
With their cintamani leis
Of roses and smiling dahlias
Chasing away all misery
Gecko and murkha are off to speak with friends
Chat going well till batteries die and it ends
Saluting the ratha-bhojana-vrksa once again
Soon overtaken by six fire engines
Murkha and I pull to the side four times
big planes riding in the sky pour fluid on vines
in the village a skaters perform their tricks
as murkha and I make the pedals click
suffers successfully beat the heat
by hanging ten an ancient feat
at the tennis park I make tracks
while murkha begins his trip back
welcomed by OPT
certainly a surprise to see
Prahlad-a-dad is this night’s dress
Enjoying like anything they take rest
Trying to drown all in happiness