The glory of human being lies in growing and getting organized like a flower that spreads fragrance always and never expects anything in return.
The morning breeze came and went away after caressing the rose. When the leaf saw the laughing rose, it became extremely annoyed & asked,” Is this a life? The gardener will come and pluck you and finish your life untimely. Is there any pleasure in such a short life? I see daily, that so many flowers bloom and wither.”
The rose replied peacefully, “Brother! The meaning of life is true fragrance. To die while emitting fragrance everywhere is verily life and immortality.”
Pragya Puran,
Part I,
Page- 138