A feel of WOW clings into the mind on
Friday eve’
Neither for jaunt with loved ones
Nor for daring sports trip
But for two tiny lazy days!
The Sun never tires of waking up
On time everyday-
But a unique weekend tiresome creeps
Into the body, mind and soul!
A long tight sleep with no alarm
Of chore or responsibility,
Arise from bed at 11 A.M.
Have direct lunch with a stupor mind,
Time passes without an aim
In front of T.V. or computer
Talks, talks, talks on life, past, future,
And sometimes serene present…
The days of my own
End with unknown rush
For yet another heavy five long days
With a feel of ‘ALAS’-
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