Once there resided two knives with the woodcutter
Evey day he sharpened and kept them with care
One knife was huge and sharp like an axe
Other knife was swiss small lil ass
There was one day when the knives got the power
to move by their own, they were able to make a scar
The huge knife fell from the roof top
Looking at it suddenly the woodcutter took a pause
He managed to miss the aim but a scratch was still made
A scratch on his face that would gradually fade
The lil swiss knife; mischievously dared
to fall the same way like his elder brother did
Being too small it missed the victim's eye
Perpendicularly came right where he lied
And stuck at his neck with the speed of gravity
It hit at the nerve taking life of sanity
Next day came the crowd; as they began to brawl
Everyone assumed it was bigger one's fault
They proclaimed the Knife as guilty and melted its remains
That is the beauty of wounds with some blames
While the swiss knife was adopted by one amongst the mob
It took away the life without guilt or even a sob
For the perception will remain
More harsh is more insane
Even though it had caused a little bit of scar
Decision was made to remove it from power!!
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