Limits are not, what we assume somtimes... these are far beyond. Depends on our will-power... My Poem "Despair" is an conversation b/w me and a young tree...

   "Despair"

I went through words in a winter’s eve...
To a young tree, seemed, to fall soon...
I asked, if you want some revival drops...
Before you sucked by the cold moon...


He opened eyes by hearing that.
“I’ve not so wishes before my Gone,
Striving is not I’ve fallen in Despair...
You’ll see, I’m breathing an Another Dawn.” 

abhay kumar
11-12-11