Once in a way,
On a lovely day,
Go out for a play,
Make life gay,
Enjoy as you may,
Over a delicacy in a tray,
Sit over a bay,
Reviewing the bright ray,
Beneath the mound of clay,
There lies a terrain gray,
That exposes astray,
Do not pay,
Any attention say,
As it is a Sunday.
Meenas Poems 