Dr. Girish Kute
Biography of Dr. Girish Kute
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....
Dr. Girish Kute's Works:
Poems- Mon Premier Travail
Dr. Girish Kute Poems
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?
I pen my will My will starts to give in I lend no rhyme I have no rhythm.
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,
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.