Vatsyayana, Your Bhogavad Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Vatsyayna, I see you lost in writing and revising Kamsuttra,
The sex manual,
A worldly Brahmin propagating and propounding bhogvad,
But see you yourself,
Revise you the theories of yours.

Is the world bhoga, for the consumption of pleasure,
Is the woman for bhoga,
Pleasure sensual and bodily,
Not as the mother, the sister or the daughter?

Vatsyayna, were you an ancient scholar
Or a bhogavadi,
A Brahmin brat gone berserk
Inspiring the menials with your pleasure-seeking theory?

Sex, sex, had you been mad after sex,
Mad in such a way that
You inspired the sculptors, makers and masons
To make the erotic sculptures
On the outer pillars of the temples.

The erotic sculptures in love-making madly,
In postures and poses luscious and lustrous,
Failing the blues and the nudes too,
Did you inspire the construction-work doers,
Masons and labourers in such a way?

I can see the poor women working as wage-earners,
Doing the construction work,
Ruining all their goodness,
Living and drinking with the masons and sculptors,
Leaving their families,
Turning into the bad women.

Do not see the women in that way,
As the sex master sees or the sex specialist,
Not like Acharya Rajneesh,
Propagating sambhoga to samadhi,
Sigmund Freud delving deep into the layers of consciousness
And D.H.Lawrence telling of intricate man-woman relationships,
But Vatsyayana, try to give respect to women,
In high respect and reverence.