To quench it, is a task up hill

“How dare u?, yelled d’ king,

U doubt my magnanimity

no reluctance to part with,

any damn items for charity”

“Jewelry, heaps of gold coins,

even chunk of my kingdom

any of my prized possession,

all the precious stuffs I own”

 D’ beggar bargained politely

“If truly wish to give a thing!,

 with a condition I can take”

his bargain angered d’ king

D’ king controlled his rage,

tried to gauge his intention

coolly told him to be open,

“le’me know your condition”

“Absolutely up to its brim,

my bowl ought to be filled

a petite space at any area,

should not be left unfilled”

“Whom do u think, u talk to,

it’s just a paltry container”

Beggar shrugged and said,

“I only liked to alert u sir”

“But if you feel it’s too easy,

 do donate, please go ahead

your abilities, well known,

u can't make any one sad”

D’ king ordered to gather,

all precious jewels, stones

gold coins from d’ treasury,

emerald, ruby and diamond

D’ fool be taught a lesson,

he started to fill the bowl

each item vanished inside,

gone into a mammoth hole

D’ more he put into d’ bowl,

whole lot disappeared in it

he turned fiercely enraged,

his ego can’t accept a defeat

He developed a firm belief,

may be a parlor trick scene

let d’ kingdom go to hell, but

how this measly beggar win?

Treasure vanished one by one,

he turned into a pauper he felt

when realized own stupidity,

he eventually had nothing left

Penitent king, fell to his knees,

pleaded for a little in custody

D' beggar nodded and smiled,

for kind sanction he was ready

Bowl was d’ human desire,

no material can ever fulfill

just like an unending thirst,

to quench it, is a task up hill