Twenty seven years hence,
We made it to 6327
Times of mating,
Tumbling, copulating,
Kissing a million times,
Thus has been the marital bliss,
Not often breaking the male vow,
Again doing it in all poses,
Like that of Kajuraho statues
And the Kamasutra taught
In detail, like the tick of clock
Clocking the numbers
May not be everyday,
But the moods, longings
Made us to do the act of love.

RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

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