My Favourite Sundays Poem by Swatimalya Chattopadhyay

I look forward to Sundays
Sitting on my office chair
Think ' Sundays form a good slot'
To finish my carry over.

Setting a reminder on my cell
Also tune an alarm bell
To wake up early on next Sunday morning
The night before I sleep well.

Jingles and crackles annoy me at five (morning)
Putting the gadgets aside
I go off to deep sleep
And wake up at nine.

Good tea, good breakfast
Are a Sunday's must
Supervise the domestic help
And tell her to serve fast.

After the sumptuous breakfast
I remain steadfast
That my jobs are to start,
My family engrossed in
Many important telecasts,
Get drifted to join them
Because good programmes won't last.

Two hours later
Think of checking my mails
Find inbox is flooding
With the messages of on-line friends
Open the sites
And start to correspond
Bath and lunch
Are the events to follow on.

Feel the pricks of pain
To finish my carry over
Post lunch chats and nap
Are difficult to get over.

Think evening will be the best time
To finish my task
Unexpected guests arrive,
The moments fly fast.

At 11.00 p.m. when I have
Perished my zeal
Fondling my carry over files
Say, ' People don't lack strength
but they lack will.'