Where Did The Weekend Go??? #OctPoWriMo Day 7

Written for: “OctPoWriMo” prompt for Day 7

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So many things to do and so little time,

Two full days, but they breeze past,

Like it was never there,

And their this ephemeral nature,

Gives such a bad feeling and name to Monday

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You feel like painting, you wait for weekend,

You feel like playing guitar,

Play with its strings and soothe them down,

You feel artistic and want to cuddle with,

Those Origami tessellations,

And those paper quilling creations,

You feel like drinking the words,

From books you’ve bought but not read yet,

And yet again you wait for the weekend

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The desires pile up and impatience bottles up,

On a Friday, it’s so near yet so far,

Finally the weekend arrives but,

The urge to sleep a ‘bit’ more arises,

The household chores suddenly peek from nowhere,

The hot cup of coffee is gulped in haste,

It’s a race against clock, who will win?

The half day gone, quarter weekend gone,

And the thirst is not quenched yet,

Impatience is replaced by lethargy,

Planned things never happen, you think,

Half of them will be carried forward,

Next time I will not plan anything,

Let things take their own course,

But yet again on the next day, Monday,

You start planning for the coming weekend,

You can’t help it, thinking at least this time,

This time the plan will fructify.

— @pbkulkarni

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As a Child…


 

As a child, he always found,

Every burning flame to be catchy,

The mud on the ground as eat worthy,

Running out of clutches of hands as try worthy,

And not getting what wanted as cry worthy.

 

As a child, he always found,

The colour of skin, not a hindrance in friendship,

The disability, not a barrier in relationship,

The excellence, not a stopper from mending boundaries,

Money, not a mean to differentiate standards

 

As a child, he always found,

Nature to be real friend and guide to wisdom,

Books to be real path finder to the World,

Parents to be the real friends and philosophers,

Education to be real thing and not just degree

 

 

Submitted to March Challenge 21 – Child’s Level