Zero

Inside myself, I am holding a zero,

An infinite figure and empty word,

Simple notion of lacking, nil and dull,

Hollowness, with no start and no end.

A zero is like a black-hole region in me,

A region where negative gravity is strong,

  Darkness, nothing can escape from it.

It will swallow all deeds and goodness.

This zero is a vacant position,

A sentimental state which is created,

After losing my close and loved one,

To whom, a greedy part of me wants to hold tight.

But I was taught to stay strong and be thankful.

Even zero is the placeholder in value systems,

If placed right, then it can be something,

I have to be that valued one till my end.