Summer Vacation Poem by sarwesh tiwari

Down the memory lane
I see myself as a small child
sitting in the class waiting for bell to ring
on the other side of which is summer Vacation.

While physically in the class
but my mind is far away
far away towards my village
where i will meet my Grandparent's.

Will look at the bird's play all day,
mangoes of tree's will satiate my hunger.
At night under the open sky,
watching the twinkling stars,
holding my grandma's arm,
listening stories of old world charm,
will slowly go into the dreamland,
where fairies will meet with magic wand
to fulfill all my wishes.

In the morning, will walk on fields
will watch the big wheat grasses
play with friends there
talk with them about my classes.

Day by day thus will pass like this
then a day of separation will come
A drop of tear in grandma's waiting eyes
will speak volume about her grief's.

She will then touch my cheek
will gently kiss my forehead
and then run into that dark room
to hide her face.