Holidays
When they come near.
We jump here and there.
No fun no friends.
But our joys never end.
There starts a bright new day.
Which reminds us no school today.
All sixty-one days.
Filled with bright fun filled weekday.
We play and play.
And that's what meant by a real 'Holiday'.
Copyright © Hira Zeeshan | Year Posted 2012
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