fully faltoo

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….