Thoughts for the workplace

In this time-bound earthly role,
We all are puppets and it’s He holding our control

With every breath creeping out from the room of life
Seems as if sand rushing through the sand-clock, we mortals staring alive.

Throughout for morsel and luxury, we strive
Live every bit for we are unsure of a second life, to jive

Enjoy, rejoice and drink life to the last toast
It’s the deeds solely, that would decide our being the angel or the ghost

Enjoying every bit in EMAMI
People’s affection, tend to bring in my heart, turmoil of Tsunami.

I wish their affection does not build shackles
Otherwise leaving the sacred pagoda would be like building castles.

A mere organization no more,
An abode, a caressing shelter, rather a home sweet home.

My workplace wherein I learn all day,
Overpowering my sentiments, withering my feelings away.

It’s our own habilitation being set up, it seems
All breaking the dull silence of the morn, intermittently, with our rejuvenating screams

Our tranquility ,with days multiplying our affection
Trust and smile as the sole medium of our communication.

The day starts with each one busy with their chores,
Beware!! It’s all about the art of turning paisa to crore.

Being a part of Emami would surely add value to my mettle,
Refine my thoughts and guide me in my future chores to settle.


Princie Rathi

I had done my Internship ( a part of management course) at Emami Ltd.
These were my feelings for the place during three months of my internship.