The Sun Shining Days

When the sunlight reflects from the glass

To your face

You wake up, sad, to go to class

You open the door, the light

Is too much

It was better in night

You are still half asleep and the others

Are still sleeping

And you think, of other matters

If it’s a holiday, you wake up

For the breakfast

And on returning, you again give up

You become lazy and six hours

Is too less

Sun is the brightest of stars.