That one not so valuable,
Yet in its absence none is really amiable.
Take a small curve,
You’re setting up its upper nerve.
Round, round, round,
You’ve made it totally bound!
The first whole number,
Everything it has to surrender.
The hero makes you achive,
10, 100…..without it consider them in achive.
Only number which possesses no value,
But substitutes a big one when accompanied; revalued.
Standing firm and stern,
Considers you in the race, won.
It’s favourite side is right,
Where it’s always held tight.
Over left,
Decimals it hates; a debt.
Aryabhatta invented this power;
A number filled with ironism in showers..
The beginning,
Yet without it, it’s hard to end the innings.
No answer,
A zero is your bouncer.
In want of something to flow,
In the sky, makes you Glow.
It’s division gives a call to infinity,
Paving its way to the glory.
A symbolic number,
Asking us to never shudder.
Keep hand in hand with our beings,
Else alone we’re of no use; a one person term.
Number Zero,
Adding up to the World’s Hero !
–GUNEEV KAUR