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Saturday
Saturday evening has at last arrived
From the drab old week tiny pleasures derived
Sweated the week through Monday blues
Now I sit and dream of the Sunday hues
The telly is on but I dream on
Of the fun I'll have on Sunday morn
I think I'll awake a few minutes before dawn
Enjoying soft glow of the red sun-innocent as a darling fawn
I'll hide behind the window pane
Else the new sun may drive me insane
How quickly the glow shall fade away
An angry hot sun will hold its sway
The lively sparrows- so energetic
Their chirps make make me feel ecstatic
I'll watch the dewed flowers of my garden
When the sun is up they'll shed the burden
Bayleaf tree trunk -- home of a lonely woodpecker
Its sharp eye look may make me bicker
Rusty old iron gate will open wide
Milkman will come- he'll wonder at my smile divine
How can I tell him the secret of my shine ?
With these wondrous thoughts I crawled into bed
Sunday arrived much sooner than I expected
The sun was miserable,hot and sweaty
I could not see the dawn- what a pity !!
© Bishwanath Mukherjee
