The Daily Holiday Schedule

It’s about a week gone,

For I had my holidays own,

Now the time isn’t too far,

For being school-prone.

The first thing to surf on net;

The day being started at early five,

Of course, there are other things to let;

More importance in life.

Then, there being time to go playing;

Singing and behaving like have gotten wings;

It’s always more pleasuring to play football,

In relaxing, fresh morning of spring.

Don’t using to go playing so far;

Still coming late by an hour;

For me parents eagerly wait;

Mom being furious on my coming late.

Then brushing, bathing;

And doing other necessities;

That would perhaps usually be late;

In areas like towns and cities.

After breakfast,

It’s time to read pages of bestsellers; vast,

Of Bharat, Carnegie and Rowling;
The teachings of these would long last.

After a long gap,

From night to afternoon,

My body should tired soon;

So, used to be need of a long nap.

After working,

There’s nothing much to do something;

The time being perfect to write poems;

I have topics if almost everything.

Then, the evening going in its rhythm;

My day always ended after nine;

Hoping the next one to be too fine;

It didn’t notice when had slipped time.