In the midst of this sunny week a day that is long forlorn,
on its own leaping gradually,
with all dislikes, hate and comment,
unwelcome like an unknown guest,
sheepishly thinking to restore faith;
in the minds of many who hath
been romancing in the gaze of yellow hues,
smiling with the fragrance of blues;
who wants dull, dreary and windy time,
joys stay with daisies and sunshine;
windmill, leaves n the boughs,
yearn for that vow;
why did you deceive! Oh! forgetful sun!!
unworthy friendship!! please shun!!