Real Thought - Poem by ANJANDEV ROY
The old grandfather is lying ill in his bed
As if he is dead,
In reality he is thinking about some important things,
How much wealth he has amassed in all the springs.
In his delirious and feeble mind,
He remembers some little thing,
And it is amazing that after a prolonged thought,
He can recall only his good deeds.
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