Last Calendric Sunday

Almost after a decade or so
He was there where he hailed from
It was the last Sunday of the calender
And a deluge of wishes sweeping
Through the shore of his cerebrum
He wieghing each of the wishes
So seriously and intensely
That beads of perspiration loomed
On his forehead tipping down the cheekbone
Against the winter too cold
To melt the frozen lake

It was the last Sunday of the calendar
And wanted it to be well spent
A visit to infirmary
Or to an orphanage
Running across his psyche
He had a family
A world full of people loving and caring
Yet he was alienated
Though he has othered himself to the brim
But he wanted to light the flame not dim

Once a big movie buff
But now a ten minutes of a movie watch
Induces him to sleep like seven sleepers
A foodie to the core
But now the aroma of roasted kabab
Does not wake the sleeping taste buds
It was the last Sunday of the calendar
And he wanted it to be well spent
©jeyforyou

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