Sunday- The Holiday
A Anjandev Roy
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Today is Sunday,
It is the holiday,
The enthusiastic children wait for this special day,
As no one can hamper their play on this day.
The open field is ready
And the children are steady,
They spring in the open air,
Their mind is filled with extreme pleasure.
They don't want the end of this day
And in an ecstasy they hug the clay,
But the harsh time is very cruel
As it reminds them about the real.
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