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Expectations – A Poem

By Debotrisha Datta '28 on March 26, 2026 |

Poetry, Fiction, Art

I

Wanted to be happy

Wanted to be loved

Wanted to be held

And let go like a dove

 

Held in one’s hands

Embraced by one’s arms

Prized and protected 

Enchanted by charms 

 

But all I got

Was sorrowful pain

Hope that was lost

And love that was 

Never meant to be

 

Choked with the hatred 

That lived in those arms

The eyes of the snake

Engulfed by the flames

Was all that was

Waiting for me

Author

  • Debotrisha Datta '28

    Junior in Bedford High School charmed by life sciences, change, language, sight and the mechanism of life itself. One must be truly grateful to be able to experience life with their own eyes, for our hands can not repaint what the eye could. 

    IB Diploma candidate and creative creator. Yesterday's failures will not deprive you of tomorrow's ambition, but rather prepare you for success. Failure can also mean opportunity; changing perspective can mean the difference between a  growth and stagnant state. Find your opportunity; you are given knowledge, use it.

    If you have any questions or inquiries, feel free to contact me through Gmail, or reach out to me in-person.

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Debotrisha Datta '28

Junior in Bedford High School charmed by life sciences, change, language, sight and the mechanism of life itself. One must be truly grateful to be able to experience life with their own eyes, for our hands can not repaint what the eye could. 

IB Diploma candidate and creative creator. Yesterday's failures will not deprive you of tomorrow's ambition, but rather prepare you for success. Failure can also mean opportunity; changing perspective can mean the difference between a  growth and stagnant state. Find your opportunity; you are given knowledge, use it.

If you have any questions or inquiries, feel free to contact me through Gmail, or reach out to me in-person.

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