Unpleasant Bed
A Anjandev Roy
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I was listening to
The sweetest song of the spring season
With deepest concentration,
It took me to the divine land
Of absolute peace and happiness,
I was completely engrossed in the loveliest song,
Beauty and truth reigned that place forever,
I stayed there for a long time,
Suddenly the harsh sound destroyed the sublime rhythm
And I found myself in the unpleasant bed of falsehood and ugliness.
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