Festivals Poem by Vaishnavi Singh

Work, work and only work
We humans are just like clerk;
No enjoyment, no fun
Just to see the rising sun.

But when comes the festival
The value of stress goes null.
With the dancing soul we enjoy it,
Broad smile follows it.

Running legs dance a while,
Everything in one's own style
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.