The
Friday
How fast the week past?
How fast
the Friday come?
That
Friday which knocks the door
and wakes me up
Teaches
me all morning and noon
To stand
and to walk
And makes me run at night
with
feelings and love
THE Friday
Ooh its FRIDAY!!!
Mornings
are special
with beams of sun rays
nights
are way special
with your
twinkling face
the work,
study and friends
the sorrow, burden and the pains
All I wait is you
your whisper and a silent 'Hi'
A smile
and a reply
thinking
the day is the last day
we carry on, carry on and on
And an uninformed sleep...
wakes me up by Friday rays
How fast
the week past ?
How fast the Friday comes?
The
Friday
Ooh its
Friday!!!