A Lesson

Nothing will come out from nothing My all learnt friends said And I thought they were talking right But when I look at me I think they are absolutely wrong As I come up from a place of nothing Actually, it was a crack on a wall of abandoned world Less water and more wind of arrogance All around is darkness as light is scanty The atmosphere takes its pride in ignorance From this position of nothing I grow slowly into a fruit bearing tree And this is possible for me because I learn the art of being alive from a thrown away seed.