It's a Sunday,
my friends smile with the joyful hearts,
dance if you can and show your arts,
sing for the charms of a lovely weak rest,
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मेरे ज़ज्बातों को एक नई-नवेली व ख़ूबसूरत दुनियाँ देने के लिए, शुक्रिया ज़नाब अख्तर ज़ावेद साहब. वैसे, यदि कभी वक्त मिले तो मेरा एक गीत छुट्टियां ज़रूर पढियेगा. उम्मीद है, उसे आप इस गीत से बेहतर पायेंगे. बहुत - बहुत शुक्रिया
I understand the intent. But, for years I have been dispossessed of a life that follows convention, and Sunday is just another 24 hour period. As is any holiday or other recognized delineation of the year. At first it was disconcerting and then it came to be my accepted reality. I do not profess it to be better in any way, just my way of existence. Could you send me the original poem upon which this is based? I respect you with every definition of the term and just want to try to understand better. Peace and health my friend, Akhtar.
I have read Suman's poem and now this wonderful poem of yours complementing the first. I have heartily enjoyed both these poems which is a beautiful compliment to the spirit of Sunday that we all look forward to enjoy again and again. Thanks. all festivals in a day are confined, souls of the seasons in a day enshrined,
I see a lovely rainbow! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.