An elegy on weekends

There are many weak ends,

Between the week days and weekends.

The weak beginnings of days forebode,

Fears of fitness and freedom in work schedule,

Looking forward to the end of a successful day.

Each day takes an ambush attack on time and skills;

Many lubdubs on working for other's expectations!.

From Monday to Friday each one faces

Mind blocks and mind blows,as makeshifts.

When homes are transformed into offices at work,

One's upper body is under constant surveilance,

Freezing freedom of body and mind together.

Files and ledgers have been replaced by gadgets

As mobiles and laptops,making days immobile.

Nights fragile,keep frowning upon rest and sleep.

If week days are not romantic,weekends turn chaotic.

Weak days line up strongly,for an elegy on weekends.

While wry week days look upon live weekends,

Dead weekends have no clues of the whining  week days.

The weekends are dead as the weekdays feel not alive.

P.Chandrasekaran.