"The night before sunday is like preparation of cake and chocolate is ready to dip on it".

Happiness roams around and childrens want to enjoy the sweet feelings of sunday like a sweet cake.

The lyrics of soft sand plays on the deserted streets.
The excitment of childrens is breaking all the restriction.
"It is just like a ordinary cake starts decorating".

The bats, balls and wickets are ready to play on the grounds.
"Like a candles, balloons and gift are ready for occassion of birthday.

At postmidnight four am, i hear the sound of foots on the soft sand.
I think they are not childrens because of his shoes pattern they are proffessional cricketers.
"It is just like a formal office party cake where no one enjoy with that".

At morning the sun rises with a glorious smile.
Childrens wake up with a excited face.

The town is full of childrens, transport and railway close his service for a day.

"I feel that a lost treasure found after many decades".
"It is just like a birthday, it comes once in a year".

Families comes near by his own heart the song of happiness roam around and smile come on every face.
"I felt the earth is stop rotating
the time is completely stop, god want to see the hearts which flot on the ocean of happiness and ultimately submerged in the tide of love.

I have seen the smoke which
displaced out by the chimines of homes in which mother, sister and daughter baked the grain of love in the kitchen of heart.

The song of sunday blooms the nightangle of love in the hearts.

"The old floors of stress shake,
the cake of joy cut with happiness, and we have right to smile...