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Monday Blues/YMPH-Daily-Writing-Challenge

11/03/2024 की प्रतियोगिता का विषय है “Monday Blues हमसे जुड़े हुए प्रतिभावान कवियों के कविताओं को पढ़िए । प्रेम, डर, और अंधकार ऐसे कई मायने होंगे जो कवियों के दिल को भावुक रखते है । ऐसी भावुकता का हम आदर करते है और उनकी भावनाओं को निपुण बनाना ही संकल्प है हमारा । हम हर रोज किसी न किसी विषय पर अपने व्हाट्सएप्प ग्रुप में Daily Challenge प्रतियोगिता के माध्यम से लेखकों तथा कवियों को उनकी बातों को कलम तक आने का मौका देते है । और जो सबसे अच्छा लिखते हैं । आप उनकी लेख इस पेज पर पढ़ रहे है

The theme of the competition for 11/03/2024 is Monday Blues“. Read the poems of the talented poets associated with us. Love, fear, and darkness are the many meanings that keep the hearts of poets emotional. We respect such sentiments and it is our resolve to make their feelings adept. Every day, we give an opportunity to writers and poets to put their thoughts to pen through the Daily Challenge competition in our WhatsApp group on different Topic. And those who write best. You are reading those article on this page.

Monday Blues

Monday Blues…
Whole week we wait for Sunday but Sunday goes like a built train and then we again start from Monday…

On monday we have to again start working and start counting days for Sunday…

We have so many memories with Sunday, in childhood too we wait for sunday and also when we are in the primary wing we get two holidays but in secondary wing we just get a holiday of Sunday but how the time flies, Now everyone is so busy in their work, now also hardly get holiday and Everyday feels like Monday…

Hetal Tyagi

लो फिर आ गया सोमवार।
फिर वही ऑफिस, फिर वही काम।
अब नहीं मिलने वाला अगले 5 दिन आराम।
किसी के लिए उबाऊ तो किसी के लिए मजेदार है सोमवार ।
संजना पोरवाल


Only for one day, Sunday appears,
Then comes MONDAY, bringing MONDAY’s fear.
With eager anticipation, we await,
For the week’s end, a reprieve to date.
But MONDAY arrives with its relentless call,
The alarm blares, refusing to stall.
Dragging ourselves from the comfort of bed,
A Herculean task, filling us with dread.
The towel plays a game of hide and seek,
Elusive when needed, making us weak.
Breakfast scarfed down, in a hasty dash,
Shoes and socks, a tangled chaotic clash.
Thanking our stars as we head out of door,
Only to find our pen missing once more.
Glasses misplaced, a frantic search ensues,
Finally ready, but still feeling the blues.
Every MONDAY, it’s the same old routine,
The monotony of life, an endless stream.
Thus, we dread the arrival of MONDAY anew,
Caught in the cycle of the MONDAY BLUES.


Monday dread
Seeps in from Sunday night
‘ Dejavu” takes a backseat
Actions become slow & slight.
Not forgetting
To switch on the alarm
Embracing sleep with a dejected yawn.
Comes Monday morning
As bright as a lily
The alarm blares
The soft bed now appears thorny ,silly.
Waking up like a zombie
All chores done in jet speed
Routine really matters folks
I feel
Sunday is a rest day
But weekdays have their own importance indeed.
Shompa Banerjee

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