Sunday…

Here comes cherished Sunday,
Whole weak i planned to lay,
Though sleeping till forenoon,
But no plan to leave bed any soon.

From window comes the sunlight,
Turning my black heart to white,
Prodding not to waste my stay,
Surprisingly life options began to weigh.

As far as I could see,
I found a green tree,
Watching the birds who are free,
Wondered could I also be ?

With the thoughts came night,
But i couldn't set anything right,
From the window I gazed moon,
Realised i am lazy to change life's tune.