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Weekend
Seven long days are in a week,
Five days make me tired and bleak.
When weekend arrives finally,
I love its serenity actually.
There's less traffic on the roads,
And less noise around flows .
With reduced fumes, clearer air,
More birds and trees happily stare.
My weekend starts with rest,
Meeting friends that are best.
Relaxing and enjoying with family,
Playing and sleeping lazily.
My weekends are for reflections,
Of the past week and its actions.
This helps for better planning,
Of the new week that's upcoming.
My weekends are never wasted,
I believe they're celestially gifted.
Two days just fly off too quickly,
Hope next weekend arrives rapidly.
© Sunita Pathania
#sunitapathania #weekend #reflections
#inspirational #writcopoem
Five days make me tired and bleak.
When weekend arrives finally,
I love its serenity actually.
There's less traffic on the roads,
And less noise around flows .
With reduced fumes, clearer air,
More birds and trees happily stare.
My weekend starts with rest,
Meeting friends that are best.
Relaxing and enjoying with family,
Playing and sleeping lazily.
My weekends are for reflections,
Of the past week and its actions.
This helps for better planning,
Of the new week that's upcoming.
My weekends are never wasted,
I believe they're celestially gifted.
Two days just fly off too quickly,
Hope next weekend arrives rapidly.
© Sunita Pathania
#sunitapathania #weekend #reflections
#inspirational #writcopoem
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