Of a mightier Bharat who yet might speak

My Dark Rum is that Krishna, whose son's parrot beak,

Of a mightier Bharat yet might speak
Seeing Earth as but a picnic packed
Till Heaven, All Mother, is again attacked

Envoi- 

Since only Sir Motley and his sprog taste the Chandogya's honey.
Prince! Make the Smart do Math so the Stupid make money