The poor boy

The poor boy

The poor boy used to live in my village,
In any work he never delays.
I used to tell him jokes and story,
But, I do not know his history.
He is very helpful and kind,
Although, he is poor he have intelligent mind.


The poor boy have no house at all.
He is very weak and a little tall.
I am a king but the boy is a beggar.
He have no family and his care taker.
He used to take food once in a day,
as; he have no money to pay. 


The poor boy have nothing to impart.
But, he is innocent and have grateful heart.
He tumbles here and there,
At the stillness night also he do not fear.
I am his friend and take his care.


The poor boy love me very much.
His name is 'Ducth'.
I also love the poor boy,
When, I goes to him he fly.
Because it was too late.
He closed his eye,
very badly and sadly he fly.