Ode to Vacation

Oh vacation: Dear vacation!
Vacation: Oh, vacation!
Thou art so short for this heart;
For I haven’t obtained enough
Of its enchanting part.
I am cursed with your dirty dart,
Thy pseudo design and art,
Gave me pleasure and took my treasure,
Of mind; Thou art a good cheat,
And to undesired path thy lead
These feelings at unscheduled speed.
Awaited this craze and innocent heart beat,
Untrained though, was my feat,
Yet prepared for thy arrival I waited
Impatiently; Thou camest and blessed
Me with unknown bliss but pain eased.
Driy as forest, college life was;
Pain killing me at huge doze,
Patient absent, time seemed paused,
Yet separate chamber in my beats,
Planned for unusual deeds,
For pleasing thee; dear vacation.
Gone are thy beauties,
Undone are my duties,
Schedule crying loud in the
Distance of time:
Though this instinct smart and proud,
For at least thy half span in me
Could Remain:
Yet half were out of my domain.

Dear vacation, oh vacation!
I owe thee, my gratitude’s pension,
For letting rise the suns
Visible from my dear home,
Now thou art going,
Next time, please come!
Please come, I‘ll wait, do come!
Prem K.Bhattarai