While my schooling
I thought I was a hero
I got so many times zero
Every time I was rebuked
When people used to call me cute
Before the result, classmates said
My hero, you would score zero.
Grandpa told my future was zero.

When I was struggling for job
Everyone said you are zero
A youth added to the unemployed mob
I was thrown out of society and home
I wanted to get the fame
Bet even lost my name
At last I blamed God
For each and every odd
I challenged God
Give me zero O my lord.

And God blessed me with zero
I forgot every tension
Started practicing meditation
From darkness to light
From blindness to clairvoyance
From knowledge to no-mind
From sorrow to happiness
From coward to brave
From loneliness to whole entity
Proud to be having zero
Yes zero, zero, and zero
Now I don’t have answers of why
I go with the flow
When I got eradicated
God prevailed.

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