Semblance Of Superiority

In this world no such thing like hate It’s a turn about form of love A dejection of the desire To have what the hated person has Perhaps all would have been glad If there was no fate But somehow something depends Not on you but on other people And you do not control them You just need to pray To change their mind In favour of you Somehow I need to believe in my destiny Why you did not born in a wonder home And I am born in our family Perhaps we would be glad to know that The rest is in our hand Including our death You may postpone it By having a good wish and by doing good deeds Or by the parents’ prayer and wish Another entity In this world does not have any entry From which we frequently suffer That is complex inferiority Again I would have been glad Alas! there is no such thing It’s a truncated, shattered form of complex superiority The desire to dominate To ride on hegemony Oops! The war mongers would have been glad If there is something like that But I am very sorry to say It’s a perverted form of fear and phobia.