Friday

Friday 

Beneath the sun’s relentless glare,
A smile floats in, light as air.
Oh Friday comes with gentle grace,
To lift the heart, to slow the pace.

A distant dream begins to glide,
With hope and hush it walks beside.
The clock’s long shadow starts to sway,
As thoughts drift quietly away.

In crowded hours, the sky feels small,
Yet Friday dares to touch it all.
From wasted days, we start to see—
A single day can set us free.

GR kaviyoor 
09 07 2025

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