Weekend Blue
So I can sleep late
As late as after noon
No need to dress up
Pyjama is all for the rest of day
Or go naked but for the chill
The November chill into bones
The trees have shed their glory
Glory is yesterday’s story
It is weekend, again
Ye, I am free
As free as a lonely cloud
Free of love
Free of life
Better cook some breakfast
Yah, a rich meal to break fast
Why the fast? Fast for what?
Isn’t this life barren enough?
Porridge boiling in the cooker
Eggs frizzling in the frying pan
The room is presently fuming
Fuming with fire of life