Everyday the sun rises in the oost,
Shining its aureus rays above the hills.
"Cock-a-doodle-do" goes the birds in the roost.
Tossing and dancing against the wind, are the bright yellow daffodils.

The farmers go to their field corn,
Anticipating for a successful harvest,
Often with disappointed morns;
They'd return back home with long faces for breakfast.

The schoolboys are stubborn as a mule, with their mothers,
Curling themselves under their blankets,
"Ice-cream for dessert!" the mothers shout as bluffers,
With a blink of an eye, the schoolboys lay their feet on the carpet and uniforms are taken out of their closet.

Through the venster of a home,
Dispute can be seen between the uxor and vir.
The children watch with fright and they mourn.
As each other keeps blaming the other as a stirrer.

Workmen footsteps can be heard on the road,
With their clothes and shoes on.
Skillful hands have been bestowed,
God is all-powerful and indeed Juan!

The hunters wander through the groves carrying their rifles,
Desiring for a grand feast-
Poor animals are crippled!
-Then they strut back home to feed on the beast.

Meanwhile, the mulheres at home do the cooking and the laundry.
Several activities keep them busy.
Some even work day and night at their forties!
By the end of the day, they almost feel dizzy!

In the fresh morning, lovers beside a bank having a chit-chat,
Expressing feelings and sweet words. Break-up happens when one turns up one nose at!
These problems are absurd!

Two blocks away, a resolute locked inside a room,
Fighting tooth and nail!
He has no option but to 'RESUME'.
His zege arrives the day he exhales.

Down across the the street, are women beating their chests.
The mortal is the centre of attention.
Even the toddler stammers, "In peace, may he rest."
And the folks comfort them by saying, "May your hearts strengthen!"

By the end of the day,
The sol sets in the west.
And everyone kneels to pray,
Chanting thrice "Lord, bless us zest!"

Workmen, farmers and hunters back at...