My aspirations go beyond the limits
Way above the ordinary
For what I truly aspire
Is limitless, without a boundary

What is the point of an aspiration
If constrained within a limitation
What is the point of that daring
If confined within a jurisdiction

The playfully gushing air
And the mountains with their soaring cliffs
Beckon me to dream ceaselessly
With the song of freedom on my lips

Without a challenging aspiration
I may still exist within a code
Living the life of an amoeba
On the bank of a deserted shore

But to experience life in all its facets
I must be willing to gain height
Like the Bald Eagle in the Grand Canyon
Awesome in its majestic flight

Subir Chakraborty / 28th April 2018