Heavy Stone
A Anjandev Roy
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The old man is lying in his bed in extreme pain and grief,
He has lost his rowdy son in a notorious riot,
Many have tried to console his bereaved heart,
But all their efforts prove futile.
He laments frantically and says,
"The heavy stone of pain and sorrow can never be removed from my delicate bosom,
As it is the heaviest stone of grief and disappointment installed in my soft heart
Not only by my nefarious child but also by the entire degenerated world."
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