Sunday

No other day but Sunday
different...plain different
for this day is mine to plan,
mine to use, mine to live...
unlike the other days..
Those days, maybe..mine too.
but tied up with so many
longer threads..which began
somewhere ,sometime
and have knotted me
before..behind...
even sometimes
bound be unreleasingly!
But ...on a Sunday
I have the right
just to go on
with the things that I might
fancy, or like, or desire
or just plain catch up
with things I had
just left behind..
and needed just this day
to put together...my way!
Sunday, a day when in my leisure..
or just to put together.
I make the knots...
Just of my pleasure!

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