Napoleon Syndrome


The Nobel prize winners
Gathered in a hall in Stockholm
A hall filled with prize winners from the past
And in an honorary place on the wall, was Nobel
The noble man, who killed millions
Of men, women and children
With his abbreviated three letter invention.

The gathering was like a group of whales who
Were looking at the times passed – in sheer bewilderment –
Looking at dinosaur fossils of the past
Scratching their heads and secretly
Wiping the nervous sweat off

It was like Napoleon’s ghost – shorter than even Casper
Was haunting every one of them
As they slowly tried to creep out of the shadows of the past
Darwin, Edison and De Vinci among many others
But failed miserably……

As all of them acknowledged an almighty truth.,..

We are only as big as the times let us.


Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Dr Dilantha Gunawardana is a molecular biologist who graduated from the University of Melbourne. He moonlights as a poet. His poems have been accepted/published in Forage, American Journal of Poetry, Kitaab, Eastlit and Ravens Perch. He mixes science with poetry for a living, when what matters is the expression of both DNA and words into something serendipitous. Although an Australian citizen, Dilantha is domiciled in Sri Lanka, his country of birth.

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