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hasmukh amathalal

(17/05/1947 / Vadali, Dist: - sabarkantha, Gujarat, India)

Zero is origin


Zero is origin
Then only one or two is counted
No one knows who invented
But zero is closely related

Add to after number
It multiplies in figure
Value is added
And then nicely traded

Trade and commerce
All dependant of course
No money means no business
Nobody may respect you on the face

With money you receive good address
“As sir” and this stops your wild chase
You are always called on to preside
Over the function and best facility is provided

If you become multimillionaire
From no position to chair
People will regard
Honor and look forward

So remain not as zero
Grab the opportunity and allow
The fortune to be shaped
Without being called failure and clapped

Submitted: Saturday, August 03, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, September 03, 2013

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