An old man describing
To his grand son
Sitting near a camp fire
"We come like a small fire
And later we
Burn with immense light
Fire may be in the blood
Fire may be in the hunger
Fire inside the brain
Fire because of cruelty
Fire because of jealousy
And in many forms"

Then the grandson asks
"Grandpa, How much light we have
With us
Darkness winning us"

"Yes",replies the old man
"Man uses this fire for good
Will grow higher
Man uses this fire for bad
Gradually
Settles in darkness".


I hope it is true...!!