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THE LEARNING TREE : RHYME 52

There grows the learning tree
Grand and lush green
And offers fruit and shade
Day out, day in.
With fruit sweetest and shade
Coolest and clean,
There grows the learning tree
Grand and lush green. 

There grows the learning tree,
One at a place 
And offers wind and smell
To all endless. 
With wind balmiest, smell
Sweetest and fresh,
There grows the learning tree
One at a place. 

There grows the learning tree
Secure and strong,
As the home of human beings,
It has stood long.
With knowledge, peace, progress,
Love, joys along,
There grows the learning tree
Secure and strong. 

Mama grows the learning tree -
One inside her
And everyday tends it with
Much love and care.
With love deepest and care
Most committed for,
Mama grows the learning tree
One inside her.

There grows the learning tree
With Mama's age,
Her farming of values, skills,
Strength and knowledge,
To offer wind, smell, fruit, 
And ageless foliage,
There grows the learning tree
With Mama's age...

- N P SAMAL 


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