Semblance Of Superiority Poem by Abdul Wahab

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.