Sundays Poem by Aparna Mirajkar

Reminisce those good old Sundays
Full of joy and Fun days
No Work, No study, just games and TV
Get nostalgic, and remember those good old Sundays,

Remember getting up early,
And cycling through the narrow lanes in the fields
Returning home for that special Sunday supper,
With those muddy feet, dirty clothes and red cheeks

Remember climbing those trees,
We had given our names,
Getting hurt we’d return home
And giggle after getting berated by Mom!

Gone is the time of picnics and play
Shouting, yelling we had celebrated the vacations of May,
No Work, No study, just games and TV
Get nostalgic, and remember those good old Sundays.
(28-06-2007)