If There’s A One, There’s A Zero

By Sanjana Priyadarshini

If there’s a one, there’s a zero

Woods not only possess the embrace of a seedsman but also those hands with arrows

There won’t always be the snakes but sometimes tiny singing sparrows

There would be people, happiness of others for whom would be nothing less than sorrows

A dog in my backyard was a monster until an injured soul met him and her pain flew like crows

If there’s a one, there’s a zero.

It was the longing for a beloved that made her reach for the stars

Giving the glimpses of her presence as auroras

She, a god

She, an era

A lover who died

Skies for whom cried

Life’s a lesson for both the villain and the hero

If there’s a one, there’s a zero.

Nectar, an ambrosia

A notion of duality

A cure for the bees

And a boon for the hornets to kill them at ease

Easy to leave but tough to stay

It’s not always the loyalty but the remorse that flows inside like the River Spey

End is inevitable for the feeble most and the pharaoh

If there’s a one, there’s a zero.

By Sanjana Priyadarshini