The Best King
A Anjandev Roy
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The weary beggar stopped in front of the big palace,
He was amazed at its grandeur and splendour,
But he heard there from a passer~by that
The king of the palace with the burden of responsibility
Had been suffering from serious mental illness
And he could neither laugh nor cry.
Then the beggar frowned and thought,
'I am the best king of the world.'
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