(A poem by Diya Kiran, VI Grade)
The academic year ends
So we buy clothes that trend
A splash in the pool
Look at ice-cream let your mouth drool
Let the harvest season begun
Till the vegies are of a ton
Seasonal fruits are stacked in our house
Men it’s your duty to cut them up not your spouse
Let the door of fun open
Hope I am choosen
Let your fun mostly be played in water
Oooo… holi let’s start to squatter
Without fun, I cannot stay
This has to be the routine till May
This is the season when you get a tan
Finally, people blurter “can you recognize that man”
