Sunday
Is the fun day
To be enjoyed
With cheers and conveyed
It is either at home
For relatives to welcome
Or go out with children
In park or garden
Rest and freedom
That is enjoyed seldom
It is awaited eagerly
To be spent orderly
Late from bed
To eat jam, butter and bread
Lunch may be little light
To feel easy and right
It has special charm
We all feel energetic and warm
Children have no lessons to learn
Play for whole day and lately return
PenPen B. Takipsilim and Gina Ancheta Agsaulio like this. Hasmukh Mehta welcome 3 mins · Unlike · 1
We never knew that a Sunday means so much to us. So much fun, rest, energy, warmth and a lot of freedom to enjoy like getting up late from bed, to eat jam, butter and bread. great poem.
Premilah Ramnauth That's my Sunday Hasmukh Mehta 17 hrs · Unlike · 1
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Scott Ransopher likes this. Scott Ransopher Another good poem Hasmukh! 7 mins · Unlike · 1
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sunday Is the fun day