Thank you to, my friends, all
For making me feel so nice and tall,
As I struggle with the dwarf within
That Pygmy, who makes me feel so small.

Does it have a name, Yes, of course
One that carries great force,
The one that, sometimes, doubles me up
Or, sometimes, makes it even worse.

It’s a kind of complex, that bottles me up 
Leaves me feeling less than half a cup 
Me, who otherwise feels like a glass( of wine) 
Or, a horse at full gallop.

I’ll give its name away now
But, only if you give me a vow
That, you will never that Pygmy entertain 
Which makes a bull feel like a cow.

Sorry, forgot to name the name again
Its called “inferiority”, and then,
You really don’t know who you really are 
A tolling bell or the “Big Ben”

That clock which seems to house a lot of folks
That seem to know things or pretend they do, 
Then waste the day in making speeches 
Faux pas, that they later rue

And, only ‘cause it makes them feel
Yes,
Very INFERIOR!

(The author is a prolific poet who has over 30 poetry books to his credit. He can be reached at ashoksawhny06@gmail.com/ www.ashoksawhny.com)