THE FRIDAY

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!!!