Summer Holidays. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Summer holidays the pupils enjoy
In olden days it was the joy
But summer holidays for new generation
Playing is not well, studying for entrance
Or coaching for new year classes
The stringent discipline in homes
But somehow escapes the classes
And caring well with a cricket bat
Runs fast and tries to play well
The best friends offers anonymity
And never complains in homes about play
All are united, and encouraged to play
And after all the life is just to entertain
At least in summer holidays here.