"Monday's sun breaks through the haze, A new week’s path, a fresh set of days, The start of work, the shift in pace, A hopeful glance at goals to chase. The world awakes from weekend’s rest, The rhythm shifts, a steady quest, In office halls or bustling streets, Ambitions rise with every beat. Coffee brews and plans are made, The week’s intentions softly laid, Yet in the rush, a gentle plea, To find some calm and simply be. Monday’s promise, bold and clear, A canvas for the dreams we steer. ©twisha ray"