Titly's Prayer To Lover
As a fair child she spoke,
by Pijush Biswas
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.