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Weekend Blue

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 yesterdays 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?

Isnt 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