Long Amit Poems
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Sundar Pichai-CEO of Google.
Satya Nadella-Chairman and CEO of Microsoft.
Arvind Krishna-Chairman and CEO of IBM.
Shantanu Narayen-President, Chairman and CEO of Adobe.
Ayapal Singh Banga-Chairman and CEO of MasterCard.
Parag Agarwal-CEO of Twitter.
Sandeep Kataria- CEO of Bata.
Pratyush Kumar-Vice-president of Boeing head of F-16 programme.
Jayshree Ullal-President and CEO of Arista Networks.
Nikesh Arora-current Chairman and CEO of Palo Alto Networks.
Indra Nooyi-former Chairperson and CEO of Pepsi.
Ajay Vashee-CFO of Dropbox.
Raj Subramaniam-President and COO of FedEx
Shailesh Jejurikar-COO of Procter and Gamble.
Dhivya Suryadevara-Chief Financial Officer of Stripe.
Anand Sanwal-CEO of CB Insights.
Gita Gopinath-Chief Economist and Deputy Managing Director of IMF.
Prabir Adarkar-CFO of DoorDash.
Punit Renjen-CEO of Deloitte.
Akash Palkhiwala-CFO of Qualcomm.
Amrita Ahuja-CFO of Square.
Karthik Krishnan-CEO of Britannica Encyclopaedia.
Ajit Jain-Vice-Chairman of Insurance Division of Berkshire Hathaway.
Rajeev Badyal-President of Kuiper Systems.
Vasanth Prabhu-Vice-Chairman and CFO of Visa..
Yuvraj Narayan-CFO of DP World.
Amit Jain-CEO of Emaar Properties which constructed Burj Khalifa.
Rajeev Suri-Former CEO of Nokia.
Rajeev Misra-CEO of SoftBank Vision Fund.
Piyush Gupta-CEO of DBS Bank.
The power to question is the basis of all human progress.Gandhi.
Marvellous Monika Madam
Millennium, asylum of powerful persons in school.
One of the inspiring personalities in its tool
Is Monika madam with her luring qualities skillful:
Smile, courage, oratory adroitness beautiful.
Full of compassion, knowledge, craft and rule
For betterment of the institution in whirlpool.
She strives always in her own Millennium yule,
Helps problems disappear quickly like fuel.
With keen observation picks out a dirty fool
Punishes with care, keeping self-esteem tool
At hand. A silent workaholic vice principal
Is never seen in vicinity. A hardworking cool.
She hates any deleterious, putrid person's drool;
She is the third who touched my mind in school,
And turned my negativity into assured babool.
Ever smiling, grinning, joyful lady with wonderful
Charming face like Punam, with a simper cool.
In life's windy winter is like a safeguarding wool
Increases warmth, coziness, comfort after school.
With Seema, Sushil, Jaimin, Hardik, Amit and Kekul
Creating wonders with her experience and example.
She touched me when I cried in knee deep trouble
With myself alone - a afflicting, agonizing pool.
Wishing god to create safest path for such cool,
Confident, cheerful, substantial, decisive wool.
Millennium, asylum of powerful persons in school.
A vision, a successive step taken by ma'am Kekul
A legacy was born called The Millennium school
On 7th June and became big for which all drool
Thinking how it in years less got a costly jewel.
Moving on with all success and downs as a rule,
She has reached at a risky pinnacle dual -
Move ahead and prosper or stay at a small pool.
A vision, a successive step taken by ma'am Kekul
A legacy was born called The Millennium school.
With a team of efficient staff ready at stool
Making wonders in the field by keeping cool.
Earlier Maxwell, now Sandeep with his jewel
Prospering her from level to zero to rank full.
Sanmati says, "Among all this is best school,"
"Think Today. Change tomorrow." a tiny pilule
With great meaning in her methodical tool.
A vision, a successive step taken by ma'am Kekul
A legacy was born called The Millennium school
My Monorhyme is going to touch even a fool
Because of blessings of TMS and Kekul.
Amit, Vikas, Jitu, Kekul and Monika to refuel
Me and all her team to do wonders in vestibule.
Great minds, creative brains to remove macule
TMS is striving to change all negative molecule
In her premises and spot positivity like a ligule.
A vision, a successive step taken by ma'am Kekul
A legacy was born called The Millennium school.
When you left
O beloved!
I renunciated all that I had.
My ego, My pride
My love, My self
I gave up all that belonged to me.
There is nothing in my life,
More valuable than your companionship.
No treasure can make me rich,
My real treasure is your smile
No prostitute can satisfy me,
My actual desire is your love.
My world is not enough,
And is abandoned by your essence
Me, and my introduction;
Is incomplete, without you.
Just wishing your come-back
In temples,
I bowed my head down
In mosques,
I bent on my knees
In churches,
I have spent my 'detached from you' life.....
Longing for you
Yes, living for you
O beloved!
I merged myself into you like a mad.
You are no more,infront of me
Escaped free from the prison of my eye-sight
I am thirsty, for just one glance of you.
Herein; sitting alone in esplanade and dew.
In the dawn,
I see you at mushriq (East)
In the evening,
Across the horizons
I gaze you at maghrib (West)
On the papers,
I keeps searching your name.
In my food,
I wishes to sense your taste.
These days are,
Tumultuous to live
When you left,
O beloved!
I am living alone and sad.
~ Amit Valmiki
Amit was sat in the water and her little sister was watching
She came to him and asked “what are you doing brother?”
Amit was amazed because she never talked to him in several months.
“You will catch cold” She was telling him.
Amit told her “you come so I have to go”
She asked “why you’re saying so?”
Amit told her “my little sister talked to me after long time”
She told him “I didn’t talked but I can’t see my brother in pain”
Amit asked “So you forgave me for my rudeness”
She replied “what rude? I was not studying so you punished me”
She said again “now I will study hard to become a doctor”
Amit told her in tearing happiness “My little sister grows pretty well”
She told him “now let’s go or else father will be angry”
Then they left together to home for dinner.
Siblings love comes from inner self and it’s no rumor.
Having a brother or sister is the greatest gift from god.
It cannot be broken by any mischief or fraud.
Love, believe and support your siblings in good or bad times
Cherish and spent time together and create soulful rhymes.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every moron;
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon,
For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John.
Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron.
Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don.
This day even principal thinks to prevent throne
And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on;
This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown.
Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won.
Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn
Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone
In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Home is the word we love to hear:
The dreams are never over,
They are always a break through: after the tears:
An x is lodge in our heads was it the,
rock, a tree, or the hidden board,
Time welt serve: time to cash in
Time uproot the rocks
that tree and those loose boards
would this be a happy ending?
You had choose the life of crime
The crime didn’t nail itself:
Every day a black man
Under the age of twenty
Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light
He longs to return to his mother womb:
I see the love of their mothers
While she holds their hands at age three
at age twenty three I see the replacement :
the chrome bracelets: the resentment
Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black:
**“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.”
? Amit Kalantri**
*“Oh Child
Look within
Find your ForeMothers
Find them
Find them”
? Malebo Sephodi**
Mambai India Dreams
Mambai in the Maharsashtra region is home
India the land of magic takes me back
Amit Arjun is my name
Shri Swminarayan Hindu temple is where I pray
Sandals take me there to Shri Ganesha every day
To seek Attainment , from a higher authority than me
And I pray for peace, prosperity and some property
Akuri on toast at morning meal lifts me to a jolly spirit
On my journey to the truth
Bheja, goat brain, helps me sleep at night, but it needs curry
It gets me right into my dreams of Aabha Aadarshini without a worry
She glows with the power of the sun
One day she will be my lovely wife
A lustrous beauty second to none
She teaches me the basuri and papini and how to dance
When week end comes I take Aadarshini to the market
Hand in hand we walk and plan our future
She wants a restaurant to serve foreign foods
I just want enlightenment and truth
DREAMS IN MY EYES
Don’t let your dreams to be blown like the air,
Be grateful to god for life as human being and do its care.
If you always fear and feel to give up your aim,
You’ll never come into the fame.
Just keep in yourself that hard- rock faith,
And for all the feelings of discourage make them your hate.
Mild listen to your heart what it actually want to do,
Follow it all way and keep your hands to.
Make all those revivals to flow in dark,
Things that stop you put them on mark.
The way is to go deep and very deep, but inside your soul,
Just have a sip of courage in a life which is a bowl.
Just allow yourself to go through a unique way, where you’ll find your dream.
That was just I wanted to say……...
- WRITTEN AND OWNED
BY
AMIT VALMIKI
July 8, 2011
See my cool family, Pari or Emily.
Father is the head of the family
Mother is the tail of it. Like simile
They work for one another early
Keeping all things together surely.
All children and grandparents lively
Are the bogies of this train Charlie.
All guests are passengers in hurry
Who come and go without fury.
Such people are good and chilly
Whom you can find in wood easily.
Daughters, sons are joy sheer to see.
Mitesh, Kunal and Siddu speak eagerly,
Pallu, Paisa, Deepu and Apu are showy,
All my cousins with Mital and Vaikhari
Punam, Amit and Shau talk truth clearly.
But the Family is never ending journey
The elders are turning on its cool key.
I too am a member of such dear Family
And would invite to join it Sam or Lily;
See my cool family, Pari or Emily.