Out Of Nothing Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Out Of Nothing



I am happy as I can be.
Making something
Out of nothing.
Nothing that sees something
I Can’t yield.
Who are Those?
Busy courting Money
With flashy something.
Nothing can breed
In me anything
That breaks someone’s heart.
Naught to a red rose,
And everything
Mine rendering.

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