A wretched soul, bruised with adversity, We bid be quiet when we hear it cry; But were we burdened with like weight of pain, As much or more we should ourselves complain.

A wretched soul, bruised with adversity,<br />
We bid be quiet when we hear it cry;<br />
But were we burdened with like weight of pain,<br />
As much or more we should ourselves complain.

Karuna Sapra

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