All flowers are born the same,
But seldom are their destinies.
Some flowers go to adore corpses,
Some flowers go to add beauty to women.
Some flowers are laid at the altar of God,
But the best destiny of a flower is not to be plucked at all.
So with the mind.
Some minds are spent on pampering the body,
Some minds are given to the beauty of mortals.
Some minds are laid at the altar of God,
But the finest of minds stay within, without getting extrovert at all.