An
ounce of sweets once carried both,
One
who had trunk, Another’s teeth crushed;
Sat
beside river, glimpsed who were passing,
Said
one with strong jaws, “my hunger’s immense,
An
ounce you’ve, why not share with me to douse?
If
not, then you’ll send message to passing crowd,
That
I was known to you, ‘still’ you burnt my house!”
Amidst language of respect & consideration, the Other was raised,
So
found credence in what one with strong jaws, said;
Half
of ounce it then gave to who compelled it,
Under
impression it would bring calm as other now is already fed.
But
an ounce wasn’t enough as demand soared,
And
the One with Trunk gave to Other what all it had;
Starved
& Died & its corpse was too fed on with smile,
Still
Another with 'Abominated Traits' clamoured – “I Stand with Empty Hands.”