Answer:
If a man carries my burden they will get crushed to death. Though not rich I leave silver in my track.
Iām hard as a rock and as light as a feather. Iām passed on to one another. Poor people need me and rich people have me.
There is one in every corner and two in every room.
With a halo of water and a tongue of wood; stone as skin long I stood.
When you buy me I am costly, but the only use I have is hanging only. What am I?
What gets broken without being hold?