TRUTH OF ZERO

 There was a cold night holding stars,

and a half moon bearing few scars,

set on the black backdrop

with a shadow on mountain's top.

An alive body with dead soul shouted with all power

that he hated God, hands holding a rose flower,

echo returned and he jumped from there,

thinking that he left behind the world of despair.

His closed eyes watched everything,

gestation span and mature colours of feeling,

felt the wetness of sweat and tears he had ever released,

how he broke the vase and his football seized.

Memories of his only pet Buzz ran away,

insanity of his dance on cousin's birthday.

Praying lips of his mom when he got a fractured bone

father's warm arms when he was feeling alone.

How life emerges from zero, 

phases of time moves it to and fro.

Endless end in zero's loop goes on and on,

nothing in real is gained so nothing is really gone.

"I love you god" his soul then said,

it was an alive soul with body lying dead,

slept on land, lost in the dream,

with rose in hand entered the god's realm.

Losing life is not a loss,

it's a journey forever without a pause.

Years passed, lives faded,

spirited children, become jaded.

Loop of mighty zero shams the end,

life is a marathon with lot of bends.

At his grave a rose tree germinated,

on the place where we thought a life terminated.

The truth of zero is beyond birth and death,

hidden in sight of lives and in every breath.

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