“I won’t go” said Mahavira to his mother and yet she lost him in her magnificent castle. The bird in a cage with open doors is yet hesitant to fly. The flower which gives fragrance to all belongs to none. Lights the sky, the little twinkling star, all by herself in the crowd “Dream a dream” coaxed the old king, “you can always become a shephard again.”
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