I slept all over my life
on a neat and clean and cushion bed
any scratches is never pleasing
cushioned bed is always pleasing
When i was a mere child
lap of my mother was heavenly bed
those days are not to come back
The third bed
on which every one has to sleep
that is coffin bed
to get the eternal sleep
No one can make awaken
which is free from all unpleasing thoughts
body is fully proofed to face
all disturbance
that is coffin bed
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