Sunday Or Comments

I shall go I do not blame As all days are same Whenever they have come I have always welcomed Be it Sunday Or beginning of Monday It is well planned And finally tuned It is spare time That makes me to dare I slip to memory With vision so clear of many I keep dreaming And beaming For nearing and enjoying It is my way of staying Life shall not afford me chance I must clear my stance I am human being and may remain so With little blow of wind, I shall go