Amit Kumar

Amit Kumar Poems

. MY FATHER

A baker he is and hard working person
swallowed all pains and shed happiness to me,
...

I love thee prodigious my innocent fairy
But thou lives south- east of me,
I desired to shed my love on you
But thou lie apart, unattainable!
...

. My Mentor
You are not only my mentor
but a friend, caretaker, well wisher
and above all next to Almighty.
...

Unaware I was when at school
What is caste? ? ? ?
Teacher asked, I was bewildered and
Gaze other faces uttering - Rajuput, Manhas,
...

Helen might have been beautiful,
Cotton like soft and lips red as rose
But not beauteous as of mine dream girl.
...

You said " M' faulty"
But my angel, u might be naughty!
You are kind, generous, amiable
Firm I believe, you are not haughty.
...

Gaiety is my companion now
Says " I want to love you, hold me please! "
But this love comes with your affection.
...

Heavenly Sorry! !

Heavenly Sorry! it was for me,
As rapped in innocent guilt
...

Dear A... I am not pre Raphalite
that made thee immortal like art,

I am not Rossetti who made thee,
...

What immortal hands are thine that made painting immortal
You gave life to it,
Seems it trifles now
Not less loveable than
...

He calls himself an administrator but
a man of partial judgement,

He calls himself a best caretaker of students
...

I would not be hurt much
IF thou just spake once
I would not fell hideous
If thou has given me a chance
...

With Wind's slight quiver,
Like a blade of grass if you lose your ground
Like a pot of clay, if your emotions are weak, not so profound,
Like mirror, if your heart always stays in terror to fall,
...

With Wind's slight quiver,
Like a blade of grass if you lose your ground
Like a pot of clay, if your emotions are weak, not so profound,
Like mirror, if your heart always stays in terror to fall,
...

The Best Poem Of Amit Kumar

My Father

. MY FATHER

A baker he is and hard working person
swallowed all pains and shed happiness to me,
never cares of his wishes
busy in making our wishes come true

He got up early at 3O'clock
makes himself busy with floor and sweat
because a baker needs muscular strenth to bake
he works whole day till night.

I have seen him with sweat
felt bad and cried inside for the situation
Why I couldnt be able to help
my father to come out of filthy place?

My father loves his two sons
he did all to make us educated and honoured.
HE never beg others for us but worked hard
to make our life gayful and smooth

I adore my father and I love my father,
for our sake he disowns all
even parents but his soul always remains
with grandparents, always kept them in his heart
LOVE U DAD! ! ! ! ! ! !

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Nziza Grace 11 March 2016

really interesting in aspects

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