For quite a long time, since the days of my childhood <br />Which spent it <br />In searching, <br />Searching and searching so earnestly <br />But found I not, <br />The wisps and whiffs of romanticism not, <br />But the glow and glisten of the classical scholarship <br />Radiating just like the golden wheat ears. <br /> <br />Where that unknown scholar, where that classical scholar <br />Living his life simply, <br />Making the people aware of, <br />Where his vast scholarship and reading, <br />Where his experience, <br />Knowledge and wisdom, <br />Gravity and perseverance, sobriety and ethics, <br />Sense of morality and duty-bound nature? <br /> <br />Where the poor and humble scholar introducing not himself <br />In the public, <br />Averting the public gaze and notice, <br />Where his vast reading and accumulation of knowledge, <br />His love and admiration of metaphysics, <br />Where his morality and spirituality, <br />Where his sobriety and ethics, <br />Where that classical scholar, <br />Where his classicism? <br /> <br />When he crosses over the river, the shepherd boys and girls <br />Talk of his going, crossing over the dry river bed, <br />Interrupt and intercept they <br />To give him a bouquet of wild flowers, <br />The scholar gipsy in the gait of his, <br />Into the smiles and living of his own, <br />With nothing to put an air, <br />Just going simply, just living simply <br />Without caring for <br />What the wide world takes him for.<br /><br />Bijay Kant Dubey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-search-of-classical-scholarship/
