Husband Poem by Pijush Biswas

Ah! the night is yet too short,
How long it should be,
The game should be long and hot,
Caressing hands should go to knee?

Never say, 'I'm unfulfilled'
Much I did to make you happy
You know how I killed!
It were too long canopy.

Now, 'tis better go sleep
Lo! all doors are open yet
Before the game starts twice I peep
To see them or threat.

Oh, if they come again
Or say us not to play-
Think, my groaning and your pain
Yes, may dip our bliss into clay.