Can't help

Can't help

my science ups in my heart, with glasses colored 
when i behold ,in the sky, a rain bow tho fully colored

my maths props up on my fingers
and it starts 1234567, counts

inebriates ,abbreviates --my english
saying vibgyor, and embellishes

i have no time to stand and stare
to me beauty is only a glare, not much to care

i am a pandit , rare, a bore
and a scientist , a scare , more 

i miss a lot ,my senses have many a fence
this is the gift of science, tho it's no nonsense