Dr. Girish Kute

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I am girish kute....if you see someone getting into chats with unknown strangers, it could possibly be me. not that it's my hobby but something i cherish.my strengths lie in my diplomacy, my philosophy- confidence with insight...i am prone to mistakes like everyone else but i am the first one to accept those and i feel criticism is as necessary as praises....born with a middle class background, i am lucky to have my share of luxuries and riches. i am a doctor by plan and poet by accident...having completed my MBBS from the prestigious gs medical college, Having grown up in Mumbai suburbs...cricket has always been my passion, TENDULKAR my hero and listening to Harsha Bhogle is what i love....i love reading sherlock holmes, ghalib, jeffrey archer and myself...poetry comes naturally to me and it is my observations that inspire me...have been lucky to be friends with eminent poets via facebook and that gives me a great opportunity to learn...i have been published in various magazines, ezines and online...eg. Fried eye, frogcroon, taj mahal review, authspot.com..was one of only 6 Indians to feature in the TAJ MAHAL REVIEW...an international literary journal....i have been a four time Voices net international poetry contest finalist...of my eight entries. my BIBLIIOGRAPHY- Poems- MON PREMIER TRAVAIL My blog-http: //monpremiertravail.blogspot.com/ you will also find me on THE TRIOND, poetfreak and VOICESNET....)

The Best Poem Of Dr. Girish Kute

Kashmir

Amidst swaying waters on a boat house,
In the milieu of snow-clad peaks, beauty vales,
Hand-knit scarves adorning beauty females,
To tell you of a blessed Kashmir tale,
Stupefies yet without ale.
Throbbing landscapes, breathtaking waterfalls
The kahwa odour and the pulao vigor
Pleasing to senses.
Dream-o-genic Kashmir
A paradise on earth.
But
The sistering vale
Tells an unlike tale.
Says the sobbing peak,
Sees diwali and holi every week,
Played with bullets, spraying blood,
Peak that once snow covered,
Melting to the heat of grenade and bomb,
Eyes once filled with love and aplomb,
Overshadowed by fear.
The ones once living in joy
Life shorter than of a toy.
Longing to say, dare not,
Wanting to be free, cannot.
A free haven,
Now struggling to be curfew free.
With life in the docks
Streets shut with locks,
The once resonance of sage's penance,
Now the militants menace,
Beauty still exists,
But lives don’t persist
Our jeweled crown
Spiked and thorn
It’s a paradise lost
In the paradigm of paradox.
GIRISH KUTE

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