Festivals

Work, work, and only work

We, humans, are just like clerks;

No enjoyment, no fun

To see the rising sun.

But when comes the festival

The value of stress goes null.

With the dancing soul, we enjoy it,

A broad smile follows it.

Running legs dance for a while,

Everything in one's style

The speaking tongue also sings

All this is what that festival brings.

Gifts of Christmas, Colours of Holi,

Love of Id, Light of Diwali,

Not only this but many more,

Are the festivals that you don't know?

All of these festivals

Just for you;

Forget the work

And indulge in you.