Holidays poem

HOLIDAYS

Oh!

Here came" My" days,

Lovely precious Holidays,

Welcomed me with golden gates.

As stars there uncountable ways,

To spend those blessed days,

But neither waste nor be haste.

Hither "The Days of Treasure ",

Where lies around all my pleasure 

And it's time for leisure.

Days of six for picnic,

It's awesome refresh technique. 

I read and drench in books,

Then taste and learn my granny's cook. 

Like singing birds from nest,

I play and fly from east to west. 

Oh! My Mom and Dad,

Days to show my gratitude,

That I had. 

Steps to enrich my attitude,

Me never fade.

Days of each: adventurous stories,

Like magnet ,sticked as sweet memories. 

Adieu!My lovely Days of Autumn,

Come again;we'll be a team,my Gem!

   -V.Ashabharathi