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Maybe I should go to Sahara Desert this time for the holidays.

The Sahara Desert is not good,

It provides no water.

It drains all our energy,

It has no water left even for a potter.

Who would want to go there,

For the summer holidays?

Let's see the best place which creates a good play.



Maybe, Antarctica?

Antarctica is useless,

Only very icy.

Who would want to go there,

If it has no ivy?

Let's see the best place which creates a good scenery.



How about Russia? It's less dangerous.

Russia is harmful,

It brings war,

Who would want to go there,

Though it isn't very far.

Russia is unfair,

It doesn't play a good part,

Let's see the place which creates a loving heart.



I know the best place, you can guess it without me telling you...

Home! The place,

It's really very sweet.

The place loved by all ones,

It does save a seat.

The place which creates a good play,

The place which creates a good scenery,

And the place which creates a loving heart, 

Everything is home,

The place which has you and me,

And the rest of the family!


Have a happy, healthy and safe Summer Holiday!!


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  1. T.SrinivasanApril 25, 2022 at 5:45 PM

    At Home we are all safe. Be at Home, Happy at Home. Safe too!
    Babu Thatha

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  2. T.SrinivasanApril 28, 2022 at 10:00 PM

    You always give a message in your writing. It's really great . I liked your choice for safe stay during summer holidays with your dear ones of your family at home. What you conveyed is true.weon those days Never go on tour but to enjoy with friends niece cousin and play at home.Good thought. From Pushpa patti

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