The Picnic Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Off we go, a merry band,
Side by side, hand in hand.
A picnic calls, a fresh new cheer,
To welcome joy in the coming year.

The menu's simple, just a few,
A modest feast, but rich in hue.
And there's that one with careful eye,
Jotting notes, counting high.

A crispy fish fry on our plate,
And what more to celebrate?
Polao and mutton, rich and deep,
A day of laughter, ours to keep.

A humble feast, yet full of glee,
Its charm is pure simplicity.
So, heed the call—each must bring,
A plate, a glass, and everything!

Wherever we find an open space,
We'll settle down and claim our place.
Nature cradles us in her arms,
A mother's love, so vast and warm.

The gentle breeze hums its tune,
Our hearts will dance from noon to moon.
Worries fade and spirits soar,
We'll laugh and sing forevermore.

With hearts fulfilled, we'll make our way,
Carrying dreams that softly sway.
And as we part, one thought will stay—
A new beginning calls our way.