Biography of M.A.K. Pathan
M.A.K. Pathan is an MBA+PGPM student, a mechanical engineer, a blogger (writer) and a cheerful person who loves to read books, watch movies, listen to music, drive his car, make presentations, talk to new people and admire the natural beauty.
Born in a suburb area of Rajasthan, a state of India, on 21 Nov.1989, the author went on to become a science student. Learned from his life experiences, his parents, mentors and peers, he became a better human being and a competitive student.
Now the author is pursuing PGPM+MBA course from IWSB, a B School in Greater Noida, India. He share his writings through poemhunter.com and his personal blog: makpathan.wordpress.com
M.A.K. Pathan's Works:
M.A.K. Pathan Poems
Just One Smile
Smile, smile and smile, Will make your life versatile, Like a linn in the isle.
Flower Says, Cloud Replies
Oh mighty cloud, I adore you, I wanna be like you. You can travel to great distance, But I can't be agile, for an instance.
Pursuit Of Radiance
I was running on a huge mountain, Towards a stream that seems like a fountain. I kept on running and didn't refrain, The run soothed me, I didn't feel pain.
I am your final destiny, Don't worry for small issues. They are parts of your journey, Don't exhaust, live with virtues.
Am I Sharp Yet?
I saw him coming up to me, He took me up and washed me. Twisted me a little; then he tested me, I became hot and then he used me.
Red Salmon Lives
A small egg hatches in a creek, A pink fry comes out in the river. Its siblings get trapped in a crane's beak, This makes the pink fry shiver!
Don't give up, just grab it up, Have a trust, you can conquer it. Life is boundless, have a big thought,
Snow falls all over the place, Cuckoo's song brings smile on our face. We are living this winter with a joyful mood, Celebrations going on in the whole neighborhood.
A Red Stone
I was moving on a road all alone, There was grass on the road and a red stone. The stone looked scary from a good distance, It skipped my heartbeat for an instance.
An Ideal Idol
An actor from a small atelier, An autodidact bellwether. A benignant man for poor, A biddable son for father.
Snow falls all over the place,
Cuckoo's song brings smile on our face.
We are living this winter with a joyful mood,
Celebrations going on in the whole neighborhood.
Listening to Jazz, I was swaying my legs,
She was in my arms; this was effect of little pegs.
Jazz was soothing our soul, she starts to roll,
I call out with care, "Baby, You might fall "