THE ZERO
Names belong
to things
and things belong
to people
*
but the zero
belongs
to nothing
*
zero is a recluse
*
an oddball
with an
odd portfolio
*
an unknown
figment
of mathematical
imagination
*
an empty
mark
that marks
the empty
*
a gaping
void in the
crust of calculus
… unfilled,
unoccupied,
uninhabited
*
it springs
from the vast
organic sprawl
of mathematics
*
emerges
from the dense
forests
of counting
and calculations
*
the sum total
of that
which isn’t there
that’s zero
*
an idea for
absence,
a symbol that
stands for
nothing,
a pack of digits
that add up to
nothing
*
estranged from
fellow integers
in a digital ballet,
the solitary pack
languishes
lonesome in a
corner
before ‘one’ – the
torchbearer of
the number game
*
my heart surges
in empathy for
a desolate
existence
bereft of meaning
devoid of value
deprived of
acknowledgment
*
with gentle
nurturing hands
I pick a string
of zeros
from their
lonely perch
and place them
where end
the twos, the fours,
the sevens,
the elevens
*
one simple
motion
unleashes
an ocean
a lilliput turns
goliath
sets the economy
in motion
*
the metamorphosis
is staggering.
the transformation
terrifying
*
it burns my
nurturing hands
*
bemired in the
inelegant robes
of bloated
numbers
– the millions,
the billions,
the trillions
the zero is now
a hero
*
craved by
thoughtless
consumerism
solicited by
the greed prism
worshipped
at the alter
of capitalism
I’ve created a monster
– Puja Bhakoo
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TAPESTRY FOR CHARITY
50% proceeds from the sale of Puja Bhakoo Handcrafted Tapestries are used for the rehabilitation and education of underprivileged children.
So every time you choose to upgrade your interiors, you also upgrade the life of an underprivileged child
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