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 
2 replies on “A Sunday Song”
Quite a melodic and pleasant rhyme.
Sit over a bay/Reviewing the bright ray/Beneath the mound of clay, brings back memories of the beautiful past. Now that you write about all this charming things in life, please hedge it with your hatret for the cricket bat.