Sunday Poem by sakalabaktula sairaj

The golden sun has raised as everyday..
The golden city (Sunabeda) has started the day as every day..

The morning of Sunabeda so nice with a lots of fug.
I think the cloud had a plan to hug.

The crowd at the parlor for hair,
The day was more special here

no work and no tension to hurry.
no need to get quick from bed not to worry.

the day for party at home.
Waiting for friends to come.

The day very special for all of us.
because we were waiting from 6 days to come.