Damp, Dull, Dreary Day
  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!!