The confusion in my heart,
Is made by you,
I hate the holidays,
When I can’t see you,
I wish every Monday,
To come as soon as it could,
And all the week your presence,
Enough to lighten up my days,
The curiosity of Sunday night,
What to wear, how to look,
Why the time ticking slow,
How can I wait so long?
-Prasanna Pala