Beauty
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
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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