Congrats! Congrats! Today is Sunday.
Out of seven we have one day.
It’s a day of our independence.
A point from which liberty commence,
It’s a day to play and enjoy.
In fact a day which full of joy.
Hip-hip hurray it’s a fun day.
It gives pleasure to duty goers.
Public to private higher to lower,
A worldwide festival loved by all,
Above the religion beyond the wall,
Happiness always comes before Monday.
People wait for it eagerly.
People want it come so early.
One day we act as we can.
One day we live as a real man.
It’s a divine gift, a sun’s day.
The one day when we think what and why.
The one day we get energy to fly high and high.
The one day when sun shines in life.
The one day dedicated to children and wife.
To be frank it’s our own day.
What a nice Poem! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
I read this poem in its correct spirit and length and breadth. The liberty enjoyed on sunday the description is marvellous and nice poem too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A longing cherished by all who want to break free from the drudgery of daily routine chores.