It is much expected Sunday.

      It is much expected  Sunday.

The  Sun  shines with  the  bridal  decor,

 Not Slow, surging  you  feel  the  warmth ,

On your brown skin,  as if  to  wean  you   

away  from  the   fear  of  procrastination,

the worst thief of all.

You  continue  with  the onward journey,

 It is much expected Sunday.

The small church stands for Peace and calm,

avidly  beckoning  those  agitated,

the twigs are cool and struck to the sacred spot,

The cross is   a Never Ending Page of Sacrifice,

Church  Bell  is  a  joyous  reminder,

 I too kneel down, along with  the   Mass,

 The catherising agent smiles invisible

I am blessed, a  moment of Thanksgiving,

Journey goes on and on.