Nothing much to be seen
nothing much to be dreamed
nothing much in the plight
nothing much to view in sight
nothing much remains to work
nothing much stays to hook
so saying there is nothing much
let us go about as such.
Nothing much to be seen
nothing much to be dreamed
nothing much in the plight
nothing much to view in sight
nothing much remains to work
nothing much stays to hook
so saying there is nothing much
let us go about as such.
The feel of greatness
keeps me awestruck
the thought of nothingness
relates to a daring pluck
both awakens us to a reality
greatness is abstract
and it commands an instability
the pride makes us insecure in fact
nothingness is a vacuum definitely
it lends an emptiness and an alarm
the fear makes us indolent exactly
the apprehension arises from the storm
one being correlated to the other
pride and insecurity coordinate
greatness and nothingness do bother
Right in front of the eye
there was a cry
did not subdue with a try
rather rose very high
breaking the silence
exerted with diligence
showed no reverence
there was an inference
that it was a feigned one
an effort that is done
never at all for fun
but for a lively stunt
which inflicted a lot of brunt
not being done for a hunt
but being resolved by an aunt
who stood like a stone
and amended all the broken bones
with that kept the issue in tone
finally she was left all alone.
The years have gone by
with the tears flowing down
nothing is moving up
there being a stagnancy all around.
The days going in the right
with the acts turning left
nothing is progressing straight
there being a halt all around.
The hours are going west
with the sun rising east
nothing is promising north or south
there being a stop all around.
The rays are falling vertical
with the shadow showing horizontal
nothing there could be broad or narrow
there being no move all around.
As there be a stoppage in the light
with the natural darkness in the night
nothing there could be in the life
there being no proportion seen all around. 
Nothing there is as much as we imagine
nothing there is as much as we see
nothing there is as much as we hear
nothing there is as much as we feel
there is nothing at all
as time passes into memory
as the impressions fade away
as the scenery gets distempered
as the tale becomes obsolete
as the experience turns outdated
The long arid desert with nothing
the vast expanse of land without anything
just a stretch of sand white all the way
could see only the sunlight all the day
might not present a vivid picture
being plain and colourless in stricture
they too lend a beauty great
making known to the world to date
that nothing has a value immense
as it is the starting point in all essence.
With the zero begins the numerical regime
so with the desert rolls the other teams
that of hills, mountains, ocean, and fertile lands
synchronizing the world into a place grand.
Nothing much I find in writing
Nothing much i write about.
Nothing much I do think of.
Nothing much I learn also.
not bothered about name and fame
Pretty much i stand alone
not wanting to get into the crowd.
Well that much I can say about me
as I having nothing more to reveal.