I Met The Old Man Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the early morning of the spring season
I met the old man,
He lived in a little cottage
At the end of a village,
He was renowned for his innate wisdom,
I asked him an important question again and again,
But he didn't answer,
Whole day I eagerly waited and waited,
Still the sagacious man remained completely silent,
Being angry and frustrated,
I came back home in the evening,
When I fell asleep at night,
Someone whispered to me from within,
'Dear friend!
The old man has already answered your question in his silence,
That's his greatness.'