I love summer holidays
But never get a chance.
I am so engrossed in work,
A never ending dance!
This year I got holidays
As if just in a quirk,
When I volunteered myself
For doing social work.
I live in New Delhi with
Forty five Celsius.
Twenty degrees was something
To be quite envious.
I saw on the internet
A rare advertisement
For a person having a
Teaching temperament.
They needed someone to give
A month long training in
Spoken English to a few
Villagers in Sikkim.
Sikkim, a lovely hill state
Is five thousand feet high.
I applied and they called me
To give the course a try.
My month long sojourn in hills
Had divine scenery.
Hill slopes were abundant with
Fountains and greenery.
I cannot ever forget
The simple life of hills,
Beset in pristine nature
Away from urban frills.
• Written in abcb, 7-6-7-6 format.
• Written for the “Poetic Licence Contest-New Prompt!”, "Invalid Item" , hosted by riatsala, where the prompt was “Summer holidays".
• The details of the holiday are given in my travelogue—–"A MONTH IN A HILLY SIKKIM VILLAGE " .
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