The Week

//The Week

The Week

Monday
I am full of life,
Eager to start work;

Tuesday,
Upto my neck,
I could do with a break;

Wednesday
I am overwhelmed,
But grateful for my job;

Thursday
I am surprised that
I have a job (or two)

Friday
I am good as dead
Glad it’s over now

Saturday
Chores galore
Stare me in the eye

Sunday,
Blessed Sunday,
Why can’t you be mine?

By |2018-12-10T11:14:16+00:00January 18th, 2014|Poem|12 Comments

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  1. Indrani January 19, 2014 at 2:20 am - Reply

    So lovely!
    If only it was Sunday everyday. 🙂

  2. Abhra January 19, 2014 at 3:51 am - Reply

    Good one, Jeena 🙂

  3. Preethi Venugopal January 19, 2014 at 12:18 pm - Reply

    I have sundays whole week..
    But still I wish for a real sunday…Poor me..:)

  4. Jeena R. Papaadi January 19, 2014 at 3:28 pm - Reply

    Then it wouldn't be so special, I guess 🙂

  5. Jeena R. Papaadi January 19, 2014 at 3:29 pm - Reply

    Thank you.

  6. Jeena R. Papaadi January 19, 2014 at 3:30 pm - Reply

    I know what you mean…

  7. Tomichan Matheikal January 20, 2014 at 2:54 pm - Reply

    Blessed Sundays should come more often 🙂

  8. Jeena R. Papaadi January 20, 2014 at 3:25 pm - Reply

    They should 🙂

  9. Eli Z January 21, 2014 at 6:45 pm - Reply

    So nicely written Jeena:-)Totally relate:-)

  10. Jeena R. Papaadi January 22, 2014 at 4:33 am - Reply

    Thanks, Eli ! I suppose it's everyone's story, eh? 🙂

  11. a Rat January 23, 2014 at 3:24 pm - Reply

    interesting.. nicely put 🙂

  12. MS January 23, 2014 at 4:56 pm - Reply

    Very Nice 🙂

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