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My only uncle on the other day,
Was riding on his bike this way.

He was riding in a hurry burry manner,
I don't know what was the matter.

Suddenly his bike skidded over the road,
He fell down laying like a lifeless toad.

A cab driver passing saw my uncle's mischance,
The quadragenarian just spared a glance .

A child who came that way saw the scene,
Came for his help immediately the tween.

He tried lifting the big tall man,
Using all the strength as he can.

My uncle sat on the pavement for sometime,
And the boy gave him some water in the meantime.

After making sure he was fit and fine,
The boy went away like some angel that is divine.

My uncle came home with a small bruise,
And said that the boy must be able to muse;

Everyone older and younger than him,
Though he knew he was too small and slim;

Yet never hesitated to give a helping hand,
Making humanity in this world expand.

11-March-2017

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