Poetry

Nothing

All the same, everything equal.

Mangoes, apples,

Cherries and strawberries

All to be eaten yet not be you

Remember that you are nothing

Or just remember nothing

All fruits are nothing, the people are nothing

All goods nothing, even memories nothing

Degrees are nothing, his charm is nothing

The beast is nothing, her beauty nothing

The sky is nothing, the moon nothing

Romance is nothing, hatred is nothing

Nothing added to nothing is nothing

Nothing subtracted from nothing is nothing

We live a lie in the middle of nothing

Like a flowery scented gift-wrap

Over a box containing nothing.

~Namita Satija

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