the thakura's enchanting smileinvites us to join them in serving stylelift away Maya's cloud from your shouldersthis darsana will help us feel what is really realshades of orange and browncrystal beads on boarders all aroundfull rose leis reach nearly to the groundsunny afternoon once againmain street to the lion's park withinskaters stop and looktoward the point of the hookcyclists sprinting the coastal stagesome are on the team and the coach watching checks his gageothers are just tagging alongbow to ratha-bhojana-vrksa through the south land a mellow fellow sees us home and raises his handbells are now under wayat the end of the busy daythe lotus nails is the name of the nightdressall are eager for a peekbut that comes at sunrise bells right now the thakuras have gone to sleep