The Winner Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Friends there is no hope
Or to rejoice in the world
Sits in a closed door
In bleariness it feels
Is it a bleak future
Or loss of kindness in world
Somewhere we feel mistaken
Blear eyed sometimes makes
The clear vision that losses.
But still the sun is bright
The rays are glittering
A sound wavelength will follow
The universe is full of hope
Humans will come and create history
Try to make it success
The ultimate winner succeeds.