Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections
Biography of Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections
Born in Bangalore as son of Shree Praveen Kumar and Smt. Jayashree on September 18 of 1992, Pratheek Praveen Kumar presently resides in Bangalore. He completed his engineering course from the reputed R.V. College of Engineering, Bangalore after completing ICSE and ISC with distinction from the prestigious Bishop Cotton Boys’ School, Bangalore.
A cricket enthusiast, Pratheek Praveen Kumar loves horse riding, tennis, billiards, karate, cycling and football. He won several First Prizes in All India Essay Competitions with commendations for his writing style. He secured First Prize in inter-college Creative Writing Competition held at PES Institute of Technology, Bangalore in 2013, and stood first in Creative Writing and Arm Wrestling competitions held at R.V.College of Engineering, Bangalore. He also stood first in Information Technology competition held at Bishop Cotton Boys’ School.
Pratheek Praveen Kumar authored Eight Books including two technical books co-authored with his colleagues. His collection of English Poems, “CALM REFLECTIONS”was first published in the USA in 2009.
He joined Comviva Technologies, a multi-national corporation based in India as Product Engineer in 2014 after completing his engineering course in Telecommunications. He resigned from there in 2016 to pursue further studies.
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Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections's Works:
a) English Poems
Calm Reflections published in 2009 by PublishAmerica, Baltimore, USA
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Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections Poems
My Summer Vacation
A time of fun and joy, In which I did enjoy, Learning and games both came, I treated them the same.
Truth Is Wealth
Truth is power, truth is true wealth, Truth is unequalled ultimate strength, Truth makes soul its own king And makes the angels in heaven sing,
The soul of India is its Constitution, Its light, path, direction and foundation. A child of the foresight of Ambedkar,
Birthday Party is memorable in life, Distinguished like cutting the cake with knife, With balloons and sweets spread all over the party, The only time parents smile while carpet becomes dirty.
Macbeth, A Tragic Hero
A person of boundless ambition, From whom we should learn, A person who was waylaid by witches, For which he had to pay the consequences.
The Joy Of Achievement
Very sweet indeed is the joy of achievement, A joy that is truly God-sent, Something that causes us to be happy for long, And causes us to break out in song.
The target of everyone everywhere, However they fare, Something all want always, Throughout their days.
A patriarchal figure of Scotland, Who Macbeth was to send, To his death, so that he may become ruler, Which attracted a great deal of furor.
Truth Will Always Prevail
Truth will always prevail, It will never ever fail, Through good and bad, It will always stand.
Three Witches Of Macbeth
Three people of undying fame, Who all looked ugly and the same, Who destroyed Macbeth's life, With a disastrous combination of evil lies.
A synonym of loyalty to his king, Who Macbeth to his death did bring, Suspicious he was when Duncan was killed, With a sense of outrage was he filled.
A person imprisoned by his wife, Who dreams of a more exciting life, Who dreams of becoming an adventurer, And going far.
Nuclear War, the terror of the world, Enough to destroy all life and world, While nuclear war breaks, all terribly die, Even the creatures that crawl to the birds those fly.
Tiger! What a ferocious beast! On you, he will surely feast, If he while hungry, catches you alone, You will be reduced to skin and bone.
Full Moon Night
The night is dark, no clouds in the sky,
The moon peeps out of its hiding-place,
In one place the moon does not lie,
And seeks another place to hide its face.
A beautiful night it certainly is,
All is still except the moon,
A peaceful night for the bliss,
And it is not going to change soon.