** SUNDAYS <br />As a service man when I was earning <br />my living, - <br />Sundays were always very special days <br />for me! <br />The luxury of rising late and a own <br />time shave, - <br />With a breakfast of choice had my <br />Sunday made! <br />I wasn’t a regular church going person <br />those days, <br />But always said my prayers before <br />retiring to bed! <br />Some times I had a quick hair cut; <br />A visit to the club for a beer and a <br />buffet lunch! <br />A short afternoon nap, and catching <br />up with old friends, - <br />Retiring to bed after a day well spent! <br />Now as a pensioner with a retired life, <br />Not yet fully tired, I write to survive! <br />Sundays have now become like any <br />other day, <br />Should you ask me why, I don’t know <br />what to say! <br />Perhaps visits to the church would make <br />all the difference, - <br />Giving Sundays all its haloed significance! <br />And by earning my salvation by fasting <br />on Sabbath days! <br /> -Raj Nandy <br /> 27 Mar 09<br /><br />RAJ NANDY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sundays-11/
