The origin of zero
The moon, so wonderful, cool and pleasant
Thought the Arabs, gazed at him for long years
To draw his light into the human eyes;
Amazed at the design and his size;
The idea got impregnated in the hearts of few
But he remained unknown to many-
A strange ‘vision’ appeared; illuminated
At other times, vanished, spread darkness everywhere;
Some adored him in spirit and wisdom
Worshipped him as great hero, the messenger of god,
Hoped and hoped as he might
Lead the destiny of mankind.
Soon came enormous objects round and curved
In homes and open fields;
A parade of imitation continued in numbering them:
Alphabets and scripts fixed them rightly.
To give him credit and fame
Still- didn’t know what to call him;
Eventually called the great hero,
A big zero without much light or delight.
‘Zero’ gave insight to inquisitive minds;
Gradually attained the status of a hero,
When he is placed to right and right.
But became null and void if he turned to the left.
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