A poem by Nikita Chatterjee, XII ‘A’
Source: The Loyolean, Chp 6, Vol II, 2006
The dream where the aim is hidden
Is not the limit of achievement
It may be just for the time being,
A matter of contentment.
Are the limits the end?
Or is it what people just pretend?
The question remains just there
But the limits stop us everywhere
Ask the sky where it ends,
Ask the lender what it lends,
Ask the evil what it tends.
Are they all limits friends?
Do you expect to limit the dreams?
If not then why do you lean?
Limit the love, feel the life
You discover and taste the strife,
It’s just a wish as a human want,
Don’t limit the dreams as I cant.
For your sake, let yourself fly
Above the limits, we’ll go for the next try
Let me end and limit my words.
For we are the prey of limits curse.
It will soon come back with no limitation,
And the next come back will bring more expectation.