Not At All Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the pleasant afternoon
Of the beautiful spring season,
I met the old man,
He lived in his little cottage,
He greeted me warmly,
I saw he was doing an important work
With his old and feeble hand,
I felt he had the difficulty to do it,
So I asked him,
"Can I help you? "
Immediately he replied,
"No, not at all; "
I was surprised,
After a while, the old man completed his work,
Then he gently said to me,
"You are a poet,
You are the best
When you write poetry,
You need nobody's help for that."