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
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