A day away from work comes only once
A day away from hurdles which makes me pounce
Such a day, blissful, is spent by being ecstatic
Such a day makes me amnesic!
A day given to my art, known as writing
Once or twice a month, it is what keeps me breathing
A day spent with my dreams in weaving,
Best comes the time of penning!
A day also dedicated to the Muses
They know best how to tend bruises
Pain gives way to relief
As feels the bandit in his mischief!
A whole day filled with writing verses
Such a day makes me the sole chief
Accompanying me are all the universes
Such goes my joy in brief!
Name : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
Placed 7th in Letting your Hair Down contest
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