Holiday with your anklet

Before holiday start,
you left,
our college to visit your village.

Days were long,
I could not hear your song,
Nights were boring,
I thought, when you are coming.

Days were hot,
that made me rot,
Nights were cool,
I missed you, fool!

You went so far,
riding a car,
never thought about me,
I always remembered you, ji.

I got your anklet,
under a booklet,
That made me happy,
because it was your copy.

It was of silver,
with beads of red color,
those were hung,
and so sweetly sung.

I enjoyed holiday,
day by day,
I did not miss you, you bet!
in the holiday, with your anklet.