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Pushing Boundaries

Jan 6, 2023
2 min read

By Vineeth Dasari


Here’s a story of a father and his foolishly smart son.

Don't you dare to ponder just read it for fun.

Pushing the boundaries was the topic for which the sun has to write.

Came to his father for help not knowing it will lead to a petty fight.


Father- miles I had to walk to school for proper education.

You must push the boundaries to complete today’s generation.

Son - dad please don’t start with your little old tale

I have stories of jobs and gates before whom you might fail.



“ A struggling bug becomes a butterfly”, said father gulping his grief.

“What struggle ? Eat and sleep ?” questioned son in a tone of mischief

Father - sky is the limit said someone like you but now we are in the outer space

Son – True, diverting the resources which could have brought a peasant a bowl of maize


Son- a fish is chained to water dies when it’s forced onto land.

Father - not knowing the depths of ocean ignoring opportunities at hand.

Son - not all species survive the depths, some succeed while others perish.

Father - just one fish came on to land making way for amphibians to flourish.


Father - survival of the fittest based on which many species have taken birth.

Son - dinosaurs weren't weaklings yet were wiped from face of earth

Father - no matter how dark it gets the sun will rise again.

Son – in the darkness are all crimes done morning sunshine is in vain.


Father - even Lucifer was once an angel, banished from heaven.

An idle mind is devil’s workshop now go to sleep it’s already eleven.

Son - And for my magazine I’ll write the little chat of ours.

Let the people question their very own existence for hours.


Father realized that the conversation is not going anywhere.

His son is now not in a position to consider the world fair.

We are all that little kid pretending to be the grown up man.

After all there are there are many billionaires but not a single Batman.


By Vineeth Dasari



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