Here is version 2.0 :)
Tearing the heavens, when she decided to pour,
You pinned her in those locks; O, Yogi of yore;
But when she swells from below, to steal an embrace;
You seem to take it, with that calm stoic face..
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I will get this to rhyme some day, but here is the idea..
You pinned her in those locks,
when she descended from the heavens..
But when she swells from below, for a passionate embrace..
What do you do?
O, Prince of the Yogis..
