The beauty of nothing

By: ​Mallika Gupta

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Tick, tick, tick
The soft chime of a clock,
Always quick to remind me
Of everything
And nothing


Funny, is it not,
Us mortals, trying to comprehend anything.
Noses scrunched up with quizzical brows,
I pity those that perform such a foolish act
Of devoting themselves completely to this cause.
What is this cause, you may ask?
Why and how


The deadliest words to exist
As I am brought out of my reverie
Lost in the depth the stars
I feel whole and incomplete
But is that not the beauty
We all crave to feel
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