Dr. Girish Kute Poems

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,
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I pen my will
My will starts to give in
I lend no rhyme
I have no rhythm.
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I am jealous of your mother, my child,
Every time you sing paeans for my wife,
I wish you come up with something for her husband.
But then how can I expect such love from you?
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