Tuesday's Turmoil

I hate to rise on a Tuesday,
When the morning dew is hot,
And the harmattish wind comes with slaps,
To the faces of mine.

Oh!,Tuesday is really misery,
As sadness glue to my face,
Shattering up my blissful dream,
By unweavering difficulties.

Tuesday!, I hate your glow,
You are notorious to the brim,
And your light is mysterious on all,
That we stumble in sadness.

Tuesday is really tumoil,
As it is uneventful and rough.