I live in the world of agony and pain,
Trying to hide my tears in showers of rain.
Walking towards an unknown destination,
Craving to get a little recognition.
But then, I somehow feel all utterly new.
Looking for a smile, though chances are few.
Jollying over my childhood days I found my loneliness’s foe,
Vacations I remembered, were the enemies of my endless woe.
Just like the mist and the fog,
The forest and the Bog,
The money and the fee,
And the vacations and we,
All are close and close to Thee.
Cherished with joy, we forget every wit and toy.
Visit here and move there, we become a wandering boy.
Come on; spread the message to enjoy,
It gives immense fun, even more than the best toy.
Go off the days of Mutiny, the days of fear, the fear of destiny.
What only remains are the days to smile, the days for style, the style for a while.
An absolute need of life, Vacations are an interesting seed to drive.
Vacation days mist our tears into the smiles that sway.
They pleasure us with the most comfortable stay,
Next to books are the only friends they,
Without even speaking, every word they say.
