This story I heard once but ain’t in rhythm that rhymed,
In conventional ordinary town dwelled all allegedly in equal stride;
Were these Two Brothers, one Gentle, another Wicked,
Had possessions of few tangibles they both inherited!
Amongst, were a buffalo, a tree and a blanket,
This day, duo convinced to split amidst, & be united;
Wicked asked the Gentle to keep trunk of the tree,
And front of buffalo, whilst, rear shalt not the Gentle see.
And in dark sulking shivering night, blanket the Wicked keeps,
Under hot & humid Sun, wherein the Gentle shalt breathe;
The Wicked harnessed the fruits of the tree, above,
And purest milk of the buffalo that rear showered.
Shivering, the Gentle saw Wicked every night in slumber,
But exuded nothing as in the end, Wicked was his Brother;
One day a Sage was passing by & saw both,
And how Gentle was kept away from desires, forth.
The Sage showed righteous path to the Gentle,
As how within tradition of being brother would teach Wicked, lesson;
Next day, the Gentle soaked & kept for night, the blanket wet,
And didn’t feed buffalo for a day, that punished Wicked for the rest.
The other day when Wicked climbed on tree to harness. The Gentle,
Commenced axing trunk; now Wicked realized what made him to tremble;
He gently descended from the zenith he was floating upon,
And embraced within arms Gentle he thanked to have beside to walk on!😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021