SUNDAY The most awaited day has come, segregation has been set aside, isolation is masked for party, deluge of benedictions for him. Enveloped for several years, affection emanating from enclosed and reflecting from us today. Sort of adornment and parenthood lluminating our home, elation brusting on this sunday, celebrating after thirteen years, it's big brother's twenty seventh birthday. Though the poem should have been about sunday but I wish all my sundays were big brother's birthdays. 😅 Little cake baked by me, a sweet dish cooked by maa and a refreshing drink served by papa. And the Sunday isn't over yet😂. Planning is longer than 24 hours. 🤣 #sundaypoem #napowrimo #19/30 #yqbaba #poemtime #yqpoetry #yqdiary
