I plucked your flower, O world!
I pressed it to my heart and the thorn pricked.
When the day waned and it darkened, I found that the flower had faded, but the pain
More flowers will come to you with perfume and pride, O world!
But my time for flower-gathering is over, and through the dark night I have not my rose,
only the pain remains.
Ravindra Nath Tagore
Director, Centre For Human Perfection
Living In Wellbeing