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“One can never consent to creep
When one feels an Impulse to soar”, once held by Helen.
When I desire to win Bharat Ratna, I don't want to accept failure without participating
But the politics, class discernment & dire domains won’t let me…..

I am Jayasurya a 62-year-old poet, a prodigy synthesized Limerick er
I have no pre-economic status 
I am a humble, tranquil and diligent man who aspires with steam in breath
And esteem knowledge to become a poet.

I have meticulous madness over literature from the birth
And movement of misery since I landed on this earth
Seconds I’ve spent, minutes I’ve melted, years I’ve yawned without sleep
are as grim & challenging as staying still on a bicycle & being ill and can’t weep

When I was alone near the seashore, I left my emotions through Tears
When I was with my intimates, I’ve exhibited them through words
When I was in front of the crowd, I made them into a song 
So finally I’ve decided to come up with an emotional elegy to my life.

Dear pillow, sorry for the Tears on behalf of my eyes
Dear brain, sorry for overloading you with ill gustoes
Dear heart, sorry for all the disheartening dire damages
Dear Globe, remorseful in advance as I will shrug and shiver you.

My dear rain I love walking with you
Because no one would know that I’m crying except you
My kind sun I love running under you
So my Tears would dry up soon.

As I corralled in my dairy earlier "A poet is a sapient of notions,
and a serpent to perform miracles.
They release poems as saccharine poison
and success in every session" isn’t true for me now.

My piety lord “Where to go in these malevolent ways?
What to really achieve before my death nays?
Where to live in this immoral place?
When would I die in these ill-advised days?”

Blanket of dreams on my way
Bottle of tears to accompany my stay
Blazers are burning and blistering over my heart
As bad as beasts and bison running to stab me with a desolated dart

My lacerate was coated up with lyrics of treble waves 
My skin was synthesized with sizzling stanzas 
Daylight and dimness, dusk and dawn made me sleepless, 
By chance if I fall asleep poems appear in my dreams.

Even If the public is not interested to know
I want to say and make them obey that,
I don’t take what I get
Indeed I will only take that I need 

My glory may rise and fall
A bad war at a bad place in the worst world
In this modern era, participating in hard times is like being in a war
I win or lose, I am the king.
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