The hidden Sun, the cloudy sky..
Getting up so early is so Why?
The monsoon chills and fading thrills,
Increasing temptations to not leave the quills…
So then what’s so pretty about the day after Sunday?
What makes it so important to be called a Monday?
The starting of a new week, a fresh beginning say some..
Life’s got to be serious too, you only can’t have fun..
Classes and work, college and worries..
A cake without icing and absolutely no cherries..
Yet somehow we get up and start with a smile..
Mysterious Monday’s still a puzzle, that we strive to live worthwhile.
Keep 🙂 always