Naught

a poem by Jayaram Chetty D G

I adore you far
beyond the extreme.
Not just because you are
Always in my dream.

Because you have broken
My illusion’s knot.
And reminded my real evaluation,
“The Naught”.

In fact, right since the birth my actual
Value was a naught.
But being a forgetful
I just forgot.

Then you came as a holy river
To change my lot.
Drifted away my illusions forever
And ended the drought.

I did not trust it at the beginning
Due to my rot.
‘The existence is ending’,
Then I thought.

But you told me thereafter
And taught.
‘Life starts when you savour
The vigour of naught’.