The Poor Boy

There was an unhappy boy;

People called him by his name Joy,

His parents were dead,

Many a tear did he shed,

Remembering his sweet parents

Who had left him nothing but one or gold two ornaments. 

Once someone gave him the picture of a saint,

On praying to him all his 

Time he spent.

Once that saint came to him

In a strange and peculiar dream.

On his head he was holding a load,

And not to sorrow him he told.

The next morning an old man came to his door;

And said you are no more orphaned and poor.

He adopted the boy as his son;

The boy got love, food and good education. 

The saint was Sai the boy prayed to;

He loves all especially the helpless 

Like me and many of you.