Napoleon Syndrome

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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.

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Author: meandererworld (Dilantha Gunawardana)

Poet of the unmechanical, unconstraint and unconditional, dreamer of near-perfection, lover of creativity, a man nearing the halfway mark of his life journey with mirth and sorrow, in that admixture of accidents and the muscle of anthropogenic fate, fighter of freedoms especially privacy, versatile sportsman, habitual humor artist, sporadic quotesman, man of science with curiosity as the fourth eye and perennial renaissance man who easily encounters boredom only to find something new to inspire.

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