Nothingness is inner core of seeds
The center of possibilities;
From where grows the mighty trees
The branches bearing sweetened fruits
Carrying ahead the legacy…
The median of everything
That ever existed or will ever exist;
Not a failure but harbinger of success
Buried into darkness,
It’s waiting for the spark to get released…
The presence of seeds in the fruit,
Yet the fruit is not fully the seed
Born with individual capacities
It bears the future within;
Taking the goodness of ancestry!
Without a beginning and endless
From expansion to crunch;
With and without
The empty platter of truth,
Is not empty indeed!
– Aishwarya Raghunath
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