day to the week

i have my curses, of voyage and  friendly number 13

start of a working you somewhere, save me Jeeves;

interesting a part of you, made myth and them of me

ahoy, I can forget those, I have too much in my kitty. 

Shhh, I hear all of them saying, i’ll tell you what it is

she goes to school, quivering her head so cheerily;

am the face of the acting, working, studying classes

and the jovial transitive ones, made merry by me.

he scribbled on the canvas, that’s notes at workplace

she knows, afternoon is a pre-event, joy is so near

i create zombies, looking forward to rest and relief

stand still, your penta-routines , I set the stillness.

illusion I am, setting a joy prophecy for tomorrow,

i expire, but only to give way to your end phase;

after the curses on me, and routines of the race,

smile around and say: TGIF, Thank God Its Friday!

The weekend kick-starter and the day of the days,

Oh week! hail my presence, as the ‘Lord of the Days’.