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THE ORPHAN BOY : RHYME 92

Help him, help him, help him live,
He is Aayush, the orphan boy;
He has none for his health to give,
Give him foods, give him soy.

Help him, help him, help him play,
He is Aayush, the orphan boy;
He has none for game and glee,
Give him friendship, give him toy.

Help him, help him, help him grow,
He is Aayush, the orphan boy;
He has none for his wants to know,
Give him his needs, give him joy.

Help him, help him, help him learn,
He is Aayush, the orphan boy;
For his needs, he has none,
Give him books, give him way.

- N P SAMAL 

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