Wow its Sunday,
Its not like any other day.
Its meant for me,
I can be whatever i want to be.
Won't let this day slip away,
Gonna live each and every moment like my last day.
Clicked few photographs, walked without knowing where,
covered few km and sat below a huge banyan tree.
The breeze is cool, a cuckoo above is encouraging me to write.
This place is good, no workload, target or hard things difficult to manage,
Gone are the days when used to wait for good times to come.
now i believe, that you've to select them on your own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful.. Its all about being yourself