Mistake Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

That day I wrote a poem about the old man,
I thought he was old and really old,
As I saw his stature in that fashion,
I began to depict his drooping figure and wizened face in a perfect manner,
This way I went on in an easy motion.
When I completed it,
I found that I had written only his negative attitudes.
"Is this everything about the man? "I asked myself,
"Certainly not, "I got the answer from my inner sense,
Indeed I failed to portray his great spirit and energy even in that old age,
In my apparent and hasty judgement,
I could not see the man's sparkling wit and great insight,
It was my mistake, gross mistake,
I felt ashamed of it and deleted the poem.