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Poor Raman was looking sulky grouch
As he had been told to sleep on the couch
It was like a little boy of grade one - cool
Asked to go back to kindergarten in school
He was amazed by her absurd logic
That they are together in pain and frolic
But to snuggle close and sleep on one bed
She says towards that we have to gently tread
Poor man is ready to put up with more and all
to be with her ,near her and have her within call
Even if it means giving Madrasan sole and exclusive rights
To enjoy the four poster, he on couch struggles through nights
As if to say that is not all he has to suffer and judge
Her in fair light even though she is not ready to budge
She won't listen to his advice and it is better left less said
She neither with him wishes to share a bed or shake a leg