I Met The Gentleman Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the pleasant morning
I met the gentleman,
He had two flowers
In his hand,
One flower was fresh
And the other flower was withered,
But he was seeing both flowers
With a pleasing mind
And with equal attention and reverence,
Then I asked him,
"Which flower will you accept? "
The gentleman immediately said,
"I will accept both flowers,
As I think both are beautiful and great, "
Soon I realised the truth,
"Great mind finds beauty and greatness in everything and in everyone."