A time of a month or two,
The time everyone looks forwards to.
A time full of triumph and joy,
The time where nobody will cry.
A time where one may go on a quest,
While the other might do a stunt brilliant.
A time where one may read books humorous,
While the other might sketch a drawing sumptuous.
Who can be reluctant to such a time?
If you are, it’s no less than a crime.
A time where pleasure and delight lays,
This time is titled holidays.
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Very nice poem. Keep it up Maitreyee.