This Is Sunday Poem by KAVIN CHARALAN

This is Sunday
makes exception to other week days!
Morning Sun shines
with a smile of Holiday!
It breaks the day slowly
for the people who still sleeping in the bed !
Cuckoo in the clock
remained silent took a holiday too!
The real cuckoo on her window
gave a sweet wake up call
she got up with wide yawning
and welcomed the morning tune!
Flowers in the garden not plucked yet
were dancing with sun rays!
Flowers in the vase now withered
were waiting for their replacement!
Surely she will come but a bit late
because this is Sunday!