smooth dancing actor and his friends

on the simhasana on their chodders and sari a hundred mirrors are flashing purple, yellow, blue, and green mundane dazzle slashing roses breathing like babies in the leis karatalas in three quarter time in the evening raga afternoon's sun calls us out to spin among the folks wet tires quietly shinning sprinting on and thru the cove fast and even pedal strokes round natasala through treacherous triangle and house of chocolate ratha-bhojana-vrksa with stout smile receives our bows with style we come in for ceremony of the bells panca pradipa and incense smells in that evening "deep within the far off jungle" dance through the night sacred mantras mumbled wakes them for the sunrise arati young folks make it seem more complete