A Boy In A Blue Shirt

When a banting fell in a trench,

My every throb went in rest,

That scenario astounded me,

I decided gauntlet for me,

I didn't take that as my guilt,

When both my hands were full of silt,

Since I saw his winced face,

For him that was a dolorous date,

A boy helped me with all these,

A boy in the blue shirt and black jeans.

He applause me up to brim,

I continued squint on him.

It always suffice to me,

When someone applause me

"You have a noble soul.

You become more beautiful because of your act."