Talent Search, Talent Hunt, I'll Go Searching, Finding Out Till The End Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

What is in whom,
Which is in whom,
How to say,
How to say it?
How to search
The unsearched,
Who is with what,
Which is in whom,
Very difficult to say it
As we cannot judge it totally.
Who had to be is not
And who had not to be is
Sitting thereon, occupying it.

When I see the talent struggling,
Trying to survive somehow,
I feel pain, pain
When I see the genius dying
In harness
While the lower than enjoying,
Having their heyday,
This I could not,
I could not,
How the workings of Fate and Destiny!

What you accept, I may refute,
May not accept,
What you disapprove of, I may approve,
It is all dependent on my conscience
And judgement
Which but you cannot impose upon
As I am free, independent
To judge an take it
As I stick to my values,
Thoughts and ideas,
Correcting and re-correcting
My lapses and errors
As I go by jurisprudence,
Not, rules and regulations
But by the philosophy of law and justice.

Who is talented
And who is not,
This not in my mind,
How to dig the mines,
Where the gold mines are
This is my search,
The quest,
The eternal quest for
Which I have been thirsty of,
Where do lie in rudrakshas fallen,
Where the stones and gems,
Where pearls scattered over,
Where the corals lying,
Where the golden statues lying earthed,
Terracotta plates made from red baked clay,
Where mushrooms to be gathered from a bushy heap?

Who is where,
On which chair
This is not the thing of my concern
Never was it,
What is in whom,
Who is what,
Which is where
This is the thing I want it,
Want it
To know and peruse
And search and re-search,
What it could,
What it could not be,
Say, what is in whom not,
Who cannot be what,
Mark it, it
Everyone is but endowed with something
Which but know we it not,
Know it not.

Something it depends on chance,
Time and duration,
Luck and the procurement of opportunity,
Something on publicity and advertisement,
Something as knowledgeable and unknowledgeable,
Suppose the news reaches it not
And you miss by,
The mail or the post reaches you not
Or is delivered after
As was the connectivity problem
As for power failure, out of reach or anything
Cause unavailability, inaccessible,
Something it on luck, what it in your luck
And what in my luck,
The opportunity to avail of.

Where lies it a mound of good but wild earth
But with a basketful of edible mushrooms,
Somewhere the gold particles on the river-bed,
Somewhere it the diamond in a coalfield,
Deep into the forest tarts the coalfields
With the layers of blackly coal,
Somewhere it erecting the clay figures and figurines
From the heaps of earth to be excavated
As ancient sites dating back to yore,
Some prodigies taken, some abandoned,
What you reject may great
Which a jeweler knows it well, a ragpicker, a diver
Where lies it the shipwreck, the treasure
In which haunted house,
Sometimes the earth-diggers too find the valuables
Lying earthed and unexpected.