Nine and zero
One day number nine sat dejected
in a corner, tears welling up eyes,
"I am good for nothing, I should die."
Number zero came and said "Look at
me, I am zero but happy for
I am a beautiful creation
of creator, crafted perfectly
for a unique, specific purpose.
By crying you are demeaning God"
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Contest Name : A Time for Nine
Sponsor : Michelle Faulkner
Copyright © Rama Balasubramanian | Year Posted 2021
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