They call me science...

When all fade in the lustre of lure,
When all trade with the gestures so pure,
I will treat your song,
I will greet you along,
For I have seen your light
and I have seen it bright at the helm of night. 

When the parodies of partial pride,
loose away their partial prime,
I will be on your ride,
together to study the tide
For I have seen your mind,
in the grasslands, none did find.

In this litmus of surprise,
nothing’s there to be surmised
For I am there behind,
to uncover and unwind,
that which is not kind,
To your tenets O fine!

For I am there behind
to uncover and unwind...

They call me Science.

-Sumit