We call this science, where one seeks,
Never intents but who in puffery shows greet!
No less actors one become in their fleet,
Fall of academia, with naked eyes - now perceive!
One who’s born in struggles want what glimmer,
And who opened eyes in it, no less but a critter;
A reason behind every reason, needn’t to know,
Why in ancient times not all path to light were shown!
We call this Science that is shattered & inclined,
Struggles to move in righteous path with time!
Substrata of what shalt be facts & numerals;
Weakens to separate originals from trojans!
This isn’t the only age that scuffled to know,
Beginning of the end or beginning or how all sowed;
If we call this Science that still endeavor to mature,
Then indeed, swans shalt feed on millet, pearl’s for crows. 😊
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2021