The alarm beeps," 'Tts six.It is back!"
Monday is here.
Like karma,gone around and back,
To feast upon the humans as snacks!
With the snow flakes outside,and quilt upon;
'To stick to my place',is what I want.
The archaic measures to knit my ravelled comfort find their way through;
Hallucinating is then what I do.
Suffocating seems my precious sleep's extension,
But,I've to rise again in order to fulfil my detention:-
A beautiful one perhaps it would be;
With smiles and flirts and hugs my date should be.
The voyage is long,and a tough one to sail;
A perfect piece for the Guinness amidst all the gale.
The effort does bear the sweet fruit alas;
Teary I stand next to my better half thus.
To bid adieu is the easiest task they say not;
Brimming with need I hug my bed 'cause that is just what I want !
