A Busy Day

Today, I rushed off

From my sleep,

When I had lost,

In my dreams, deep.

The Sun was,

About to rise,

It had to share its glory,

With the solitary skies.

I couldn't be slept,

All the day,

As with my friends,

I have to play.

So, with my stunning shoes,

And the dress; a little bit loose,

I went to my way,

Today was my school’s holiday.

Playing football,

I gained many joys,

It’s very interesting in

Defeating boasting boys.

Tired, sweating,

I came to my home,

Thrusting for the;

Care of my mom.

But, not much longer,

Would last this care,

I didn't have much

Time to spare.

As its father order

To do much exercise,

I had to become,

A child, nice.

After breakfast,

I studied with father,

I had played for hours.

And now had no choice; rather.

After the continued,

And now, I am on a chair,

Writing this poem,

And, expecting it to be fair.

It’s being the time to sleep,

Again with my dreams; deep.

Tomorrow will be an another day

For study, fun and play.

                                                ----Shivam Jha***

                                                      Vivekanand International Sr. Sec. School