O Scholar Gypsy! Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

O scholar gypsy,
Leaving Oxford and Cambridge,
The intellectual campuses
Smacking of researches and routine work,
The monotony and drudgery of it,
Where are you,
Where are you moving to
With your classicism, pedantry, scholasticism,
Leaving the deptts. and faculties
So full of hectic activity,
You drifting far, drifting far
In your search of
What it education is,
What it knowledge actually,
Is it not the knowledge of the self,
Is education not light,
Get light and give light to others,
But on the department,
What did you, did you,
Nobody came to recognize,
Recognize you,
The streak of genius, genius in you,
The spark, the Spark Divine,
Your zeal, zeal for knowledge and humanism?

I can feel it
The big-big buildings and mansions of the varsities
Could not, could not tempt you, you,
The big-big deptts. With signboards,
The faculties with names and name plates,
You chose, chose to be simple,
Simple and commonly
As had nothing to do with big mansions,
A man you left the campus,
The campus smacking of the academia
And chose to be a simpleton,
A simple common man
Living as you please,
Marking the shepherd boys and girls
Grazing the livestock,
Singing songs, playing with dust,
Holding the bouquets of wild flowers
So full of innocence
And you crossing, crossing the dry river bed
Of the scattered hamlets!