A SUNDAY FLAVOUR! br br Morning, when the day slowly breaks, br The sun’s rays begin to penetrate, br Through the Gulmohar and Neem trees, br Behind my apartment which provides br me shade! br A cup of tea awakens the drowsy mind, br As I skim through the Sunday Times! br Last night’s barren dreams are now left br behind, br With the dents on my pillow they are put br to rest! br As I try to catch up with my daily quest, br Before illusory time goes all waste! br br I pen down my thoughts as I begin to br to write, br The shutters of my window lies opened br wide, br I had partially drawn the curtain blinds! br And after mid-day the sun begins to tilt, br To the west where it shall slowly sink! br What an illusion this sun brings! br Since it is I who rotate with the earth, br The sun stood stationary from its birth! br Copernicus had long cleared my mental br illusion, br Why must I suffer from further delusion? ! br br And as the day gradually comes to an end, br I too get closer to my journey’s end! br Tasting a slice of illusory time, br Let this flavor forever remain in my mind! br -Raj Nandy br 11 Oct 09 br Sunday.