The story of a beautiful beam balance That decided to balance two weights Me and my pal were the unknown participants Clash of the possibility of two different fates
We both were of equal pounds Yet, every day was a race to outweigh each other If only the beam would come down to my favor Hence continued a fight with no angry sounds A love for the balance that crossed all bounds
Days and months of relentless grinding The beam still holds strong, but the weights are getting rusty Masochists with a false thread and a weak binding A journey to quench the beam's needs is getting the weights thirsty
Enough of this, I forfeit this war that only hurts the core Weird mathematics where the addition of purity divides me more She claims that she was the victim who had to carry two weights She says"I hurled my fishing rod with no intention of fishing. It is you guys that took the bait." Ouch, you were a unique beam balance with multiple needles!!