Titly's Prayer To Lover Poem by Pijush Biswas

    As a fair child she spoke,
Improvisingly told her will the lover
For, Titly is not lovable to smoke
    And fairly did gallant he cover
    Or, promised- - to shine in use
    Such as pray on the Muse.
Then, came the child they wished forever
    And more ingeniously planned on life
To laugh often or keep off tear
So, their lives rode, as if, on cliff
    'Twas much to love them
    For people, not to be grim.