Never did he call himself a scholar,
A pundit he was in reality,
A scholar par excellence,
Well-known for his erudition,
Scholarship and pedantry,
Medieval scholasticism and classicism,
Not like the modern pseudo-scholars
Coming up with their c.v. and bio-data.
A scholar so famed for his scholasticism,
He passed away quite unknown
Before the wide world could know him,
A scholar classical, pastoral and shepherd-like,
In a thatched mud house of a village
Lived he, died he unknown
And unseen, hidden from the purview of the wide world.
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