Monday comes, heavy as a stone,
Squeezing joy from the weekend's glow.
No more laughter, no more play,
It's just the grind of another day.
Weekends were bright and full of cheer,
Now Monday's here, and all's unclear.
The fun's gone quiet, lost its pop,
Stolen away by Monday's chop.
But deep inside, a longing stays:
Swap the blues for brighter days.
~Vikas Nagori - 08.04.2024