Where Is Quality? Who Has It Not? And Which Is In Whom? This Is My Search Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My search is different,
My quest is otherwise,
Who has got what,
What is in whom,
How to searchit,
Find it?

Where is quality,
Where talent,
Genius, merit,
Let me search it out,
Bring it out from the cavity hole
And I shall.

And who has it not,
How can you say,
What you underrate it,
Maybe it you do not know it,
What you undermine
Is not a thing to be undermined.

A child's uncommon drawings and sketches
Which you want to call rubbish,
Gems without the gemologists,
Can you recognize when raw and crude stuffs,
Gipsy girls making the clay idols so lovely,
The metal craftsmen and terracotta clay plate makers?

God has given talent to all of us differently,
Just try to search it out,
Just try to give time to find it out,
Each of us has been enabled differently
Which needs to be appreciated and admired.