My Summer Holidays - Poem by Babita Darlami
On my summer holidays,
Or short break after school days,
where I went?
I think I must tell.
To visit a holy place I went,
I had loved to to do it's paint.
It was such a wonderful place oh,
And I'll tell where the other day did I go?
I went to visit my old house,
That was full of dirty mouse,
So I at once cleaned it,
For eighteen days there i sit.
It was such a beautiful day,
There was nothing more to say,
I wish holidays would come again,
And the wonderful days can start again.
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