Vatsyayana,
You had no book to author
But Kamsuttra,
The sex manual
With the tips in sex,
Telling of sex positions,
no book to write,
But the manual of sex
And after writing it,
Turned you
The master of sex,
The guru of sex,
Not a yogi,
But a bhogi.
Vatsyayana, your bhogavad,
What to say
About it,
How the man
and your mind,
The spoilt child,
Perhaps a loafer
Would have been you
Loafing about
Or a false Indian yogi,
Fraud and fake
Indian baba,
Not the real guru
Were you?
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