Another wasted Sunday!

Sunday Oh Sunday!
Why do you come once in a week and not twice?

When I wake up at twelve and think of doing something  

the day is half gone and the remaining half seems not very exciting.

The only time, Sunday is enjoyed to the fullest
is when the unexpected guest comes home

and delicacies are all ready to be relished. 

Some might crib, that the time flew fast and it needs to be extended. 

But however, you spent it,

rollicking or laying on the bed

A SUNDAY IS SPENT LIKE A POTATO ON A COUCH

Still, we eagerly wait for the Sundays to come

its the only day when you feel like being alone. 

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