Treating Each Day As A Sunday Poem by Nikhil Parekh

God created all seven days of the week alike; to bask in the glory of Nature's bountiful endowment and enjoy,
It was man who embraced a festoon of spurious idiosyncrasies; frolicking in the aisles of divinely heaven only on a Sunday; while he perspired worse than a dog; on all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to poignantly blend with the mesmerizing beauty of this colossal Universe,
It was man who murdered himself with his own framework of rules; celebrating only on a Sunday; while he tossed and squirmed like an insipid worm; all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to majestically fulfill your duties; let the enchanting stream of shimmering moonlight; pacify you beyond eternal times,
It was man who disdainfully messed up life with manipulative business; ruling like an unconquerable king on a Sunday; while he literally licked the dust of the roads; on all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to philanthropically march ahead with all living kind; soar through the crimson clouds with a desire to be triumphant glittering in your eyes,
It was man who coined tyrannical definitions of his own; rejoiced and hugged his family only on a Sunday; while critically lambasting them with his frustration;
on all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to dance in the aisles of uninhibited freedom; benevolently assist your ailing mates in inexplicable pain,
It was man who acted more insanely than the devastatingly insane; adventuring through the hills only on a Sunday; while he compellingly measured each of his nonchalant footsteps; on all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to test your true mettle on this planet; celestially sleep in synergy with the unveiling of the gloriously star studded night,
It was man who profoundly consulted the heinous devil; tossing his children only on a Sunday; while kicking them in the uncouth world outside to earn their own bread; on all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to rhapsodically inhale the scent of roses; romance and disseminate the gift of love; as each night descended by,
It was man who savagely chopped his own feet with his axe; feeling the richest man alive only on a Sunday; while he spat irrevocably on his own treasury of brilliant fortune; on all other days.

God created all seven days of the week alike; to explore and unite with all the exotically wonderful organisms wandering on mother earth,
It was man who wanted to consume knives instead of supper; wholeheartedly unleashing his heart out only on a Sunday; while he jailed himself and his comrades
together in a jail of claustrophobic despair; on all other days.

And if you couldn't listen to God; I know for sure you would never listen to me; even if I quit life to tell you; to live life like a king; each day of the week,
Don't worry I have better alternatives still; you remain blessed writhing like a commercial commodity all your lives; while I was definitely the wealthiest man alive; treating each day as a Sunday.