Sky Is The Limit

Sky Is The Limit prose poem

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We have heard many say
Sky is the limit
What is this Sky about
For doing so many things
Helping the needy
Achieving a goal
Setting great targets
To become “somebody”
To scale a mountain
To cross a big river
So on and so forth
For all these Sky is the Limit
Come let each strive for one
and see sky is the limit
Is beyond doubt proved…

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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Preeti
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Indeed sky is the limit, if we promise to ourselves to endeavor to our best abilities…well said!

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