On a Friday

I hate Friday…

Yes I hate Friday…

Everyone is leaving early, everyone is going home,

But path to my home is far far away …

Every other system is free every other seat is vacant,

Sometimes I am the only person left in my bay.

That Friday noon, is such a boon,

An extended weekend and a long sleep in my old room…

A walk to the street and a sleep till noon,

A meet with love and a longing to come back soon.

The side that is bright is just a Friday night,

A dive in wine… a splendid dine and a bash post nine…

A Successful escape strive following a long drive,

Is the only way to make a Friday easy and light.

Fair side of a Friday is yet to be known,

The only excitement of dual holiday alone…

What more should I tell... What more should I say,

I just hate Friday. I just hate Friday.