Spend In A Way Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Sunday brings me laziness
I lack freshness
The doors and windows to keep
No noise to enter and I go for long sleep

I care for no early tea
No breakfast and early walk on sea beach
I want sun to blaze full outside
I am fast asleep with close eye lids

Someone knocks door
It is milkman with loud bang on floor
Children are in street for early match
They kick the ball and shout "catch, catch"

I feel shy and so come out of bed
Rush to the newspaper to read
The headlines surely to attract
I rush to bathroom for first act

It is special day
To be spent in a way
We like to enjoy
It is of course Sunday to our joy