Only Holiday Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Only holiday

Yes I am robbed of
And deprived
To look at the nature
As I remain busy for future

I got to earn
And return
With some earnings
And this brings work from early morning to late evenings

I look at no trees
But feel free
When cold air touches face
I think about god and seek bless

It has become delicate
And needs good luck and fate
You go in morning and come back late
It is always worrisome to keep date

Yet, we are fortunate
To carry on and relate
Even though it is not easy to feel relaxed
Only holiday provides some relief from being chased