Zero Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I know it's a continuous game
to fill the nothing with something.
There's no any big or small zero
Just a zero.
I love to fathom it. To fill it.
No point to keep it empty.
Only the feeling of filling it
is intoxicating...isn't it?
Am not thrusting a question fellas!
At some naughty moment
I watch a rainbow emerging
through the zero, I mean my zero!
So many past years roll in.
It's a game fellas to watch
themdancing on the rainbow.
A continuous game of the zero.
Don't chase me with a
magnifying glass to find anything.
Friends don'e get entangled
in this game. It's only
for me to watch the game.
Well, if I can't fill my zero
the rainbow will vanish....