Everyday I wake up,
I see a lovely view,
No not the morning glory with little drops of dew,
But a long colorful poster of John, Anjelina, Pooh,
And Enrique right in front of me,
With lyrics of bilamous.
Taking off my blanket,
I rub my eyes and shout,
It’s a Sunday morning,
So let the fm go loud.
With dizziness all over me,
I move to the washroom door,
Then sleep again in d bathing tub,
With soap bubbles on the floor
(Chap-chap, tap-tap, spit)
I am back in a fresh mood,
Looking for my denim jeans,
And a matching jacket with hood.
After this I land up, in the dining hall
Engulfing as much as I can,
Like lasania, mow-mows n spring rolls.
Getting bored for an hour,
I call my frnds to freak out,
Asking dad for the keys of car,
We finally move out.
At 5 I step back home,
And mom shouts on me in an angry tone,
I quietly move down to my room,
And take up the bio book to read genome.
Finding reading a tedious job
I lie down on bed and yawn
This way the day goes on,
Leading to a new dawn, leading to a new dawn….
