The waves touch the shore
As if they want something more.
Some are silent, some are noisy,
Some are happy while other are drowsy.
Few tell us their stories full swing
While others hide in their hearts everything .
They take along with them
The golden sand and colorful gems (shells)..
They give and take them life
To the blue sea not to the knife
It looks as if heaven has fallen on Earth
For a new birth.
No work, only play,
Throughout the day;
Now the holiday are over,
The burden of exams has started to hover,
Still i want to play,
But mom says work more and less play,
Papa says work while you work and play while you play,
This is right way…………….
This poem was written/submitted by Paramjeet Singh