Holidays come, holidays go,
The most precious for me
Is the August I know,
The reason is that
I adore my Granddad,
Not forgetting Grandma
Who tries hugging me even from afar.
We sightsee and hike on long extents,
Play in parks and in water to our hearts content,
Next is the pageant the
‘Esala Perahera’ the most coveted one,
It is fun to watch the dancing feet
Move to the rhythmic beat of the drum.
Alas! With all the activities,
My holidays seem so short,
Oh! How I long for a jubilant
August all from the start!
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