The day brings a blue face,
The weekend's bless gone, an iron pants to start with;
There is a boredom in the desk and the bed does not seem happy,
I see the people in the street mad and robotic.
I don't see the laughter in any rank,
And the shower of delight has been sucked by the Billboard;
The sparrow chanted, " Oh! Monday."
And the baker wiped his sweat from the brow
The lady from the window collected the scene of the Friday's party,
Why is there only one rang? Where are the other colours?
Well! After a whole circle the weekend will show its face.
*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.
The weekend's bless gone, an iron pants to start with;
There is a boredom in the desk and the bed does not seem happy,
I see the people in the street mad and robotic.I don't see the laughter in any rank,
And the shower of delight has been sucked by the Billboard;
The sparrow chanted, " Oh! Monday."
And the baker wiped his sweat from the brow
The lady from the window collected the scene of the Friday's party,
Why is there only one rang? Where are the other colours?
Well! After a whole circle the weekend will show its face.
*The edited version of this poem can be found in Ayangti Longkumer's Magic Quill.
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