Suresh Bhat (Marathi: सुरेश भट; 15 April 1932 – 14 March 2003) was a noted Marathi poet from the state of Maharashtra, India. He was known as Ghazal Samrat (Emperor of ghazals) for his exposition of the ghazal form of poetry and its adaptation to the Marathi language. Suresh bhatt kavita Bhat was born in a Karhade Brahmin family inAmravati, Maharashtra to Shridhar Bhat, aphysician. His mother was fond of poetry and made young Bhat learn famous Marathi poems by heart. He later acknowledged this practice to be a key influence in the development of his poetic abilities.[citation needed]

When he was two and a half years old, Bhat contracted polio. The disease left his right leg incapacitated for the remainder of his life.[citation needed]

Bhat completed his education in Amravati, and earned a B.A. degree in 1955 after failing twice in his final exams. He said later that due to his physical disability and lack of interest in academics, he often suffered humiliation at home. According to him, his poems were the only source of comfort for him during such times of bitterness and depression.[citation needed]

After graduation, Bhat continued writing poems whilst holding various teaching jobs inRural areas around Amravati.[citation needed]

Suresh Bhat converted to Buddhism with the help of Bhante Surai Sasai. Because of Buddhism was the religion of Babasaheb Ambedkar, who was an ideal to him.[1][2]

In his private life, Bhat made no bones about his hurt over the rejections and embarrassment that he suffered earlier in life, and said that he was not someone who forgives or forgets easily. His poems reflect his angst about human suffering, and due to their fiery nature, are generally popular amongst the youth.[citation needed]

He had two sons and a daughter. One of them predeceased him when he was killed in an accident.[citation needed]

Suresh Bhat died of cardiac arrest on 14 March 2003. He was 70.[3]

जगत मी आलो असा

जगत मी आलो असा की, मी जसा जगलोच नाही!

एकदा तुटलो असा की, मग पुन्हा जुळलोच नाही!

जन्मभर अश्रूंस माझ्या शिकविले नाना बहाणे;

सोंग पण फसव्या जिण्याचे शेवटी शिकलोच नाही!

कैकदा कैफात माझ्या मी विजांचे घोट प्यालो;

पण प्रकाशाला तरीही हाय, मी पटलोच नाही!

सारखे माझ्या स्मितांचे हुंदके सांभाळले मी;

एकदा हसलो जरासा, मग पुन्हा हसलोच नाही!

स्मरतही नाहीत मजला चेहरे माझ्या व्यथांचे;

एवढे स्मरते मला की, मी मला स्मरलोच नाही!

वाटले मज गुणगुणावे, ओठ पण झाले तिऱ्हाइत;

सुचत गेली रोज गीते; मी मला सुचलोच नाही!

संपल्यावर खेळ माझ्या आंधळ्या कोशिंबिरीचा....

लोक मज दिसले अचानक; मी कुठे दिसलोच नाही!

(रंग माझा वेगळा  ह्या काव्यसंग्रहातून)

आकाश उजळले होते

इतकेच मला जातांना सरणावर कळले होते

मरणाने केली सुटका जगण्याने छळले होते

ही दुनिया पाषाणांची बोलून बदलली नाही

मी बहर इथे शब्दांचे नुसतेच उधळले होते

गेलेल्या आयुष्याचा मधुमास गडे विसरू या

(पाऊल कधी वाऱ्याने माघारी वळले होते?)

मी ऐकवली तेव्हाही तुज माझी हीच कहाणी

मी नाव तुझे तेव्हाही चुपचाप वगळले होते

याचेच रडू आले की जमले न मला रडणेही

मी रंग तुझ्या स्वप्नांचे अश्रूंत मिसळले होते

नुसतीच तुझ्या स्मरणांची एकांती रिमझिम झाली

नुसतेच तुझे हृदयाशी मी भास कवळले होते

घर माझे शोधाया मी वाऱ्यावर वणवण केली

जे दार खुले दिसले ते आधीच निखळले होते

मी एकटाच त्या रात्री आशेने तेवत होतो

मी विझलो तेव्हा सारे आकाश उजळले होते

(एल्गार)