There is a beauty born from the calyx of ugliness

Whose eyes are cauldrons of deceit

Whose apparels liken the messiah of democracy

Whose nose has some affinity with the nose of Einstein

The beauty born can be espied in the wars for democracy

and in the war for development

and in the pall of pollution

The Earth will find its beauty at its height

when man will abandon this earth forever

for lizards and snakes and llamas to live evermore in peace

and rule over all that they survey

Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya

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