Conception, the germination in minds being
Of natural and unnatural thoughts
Which if falls in correct lap
Brings magnaminous creations in various fields.
Thou visage of pedantic light
Glacier of illuminous sprite
Ever dripping of seething articulation
That speed its unending run
To various fields like art, science, philosophy__
Conception, the new born son
Slow, feeble and with crying need of knowledge
Whenever found maternal bliss of comforting inputs,
Laugh away all plighted confusions
And gist the universe in new vasculum,
An interpreter of fathomless discoveries.
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