The blissful flower landed on the earthly dirt <br />And rooted its seeds on the bosom of mankind. <br />The flower blooms only in fruitful pure heart <br />Which grazes its petals like one hungry hind. <br /> <br />Virtues are the atoms of God, the holiest one. <br />The more we attain it, the more we appear near <br />To Him, His being, Virtues and godliness anon <br />As our soul drenches with immortal holy tear. <br /> <br />The earthy flower blooms, dies in perched air <br />With a fragrance that melts, melts, melts away. <br />But the fragrant flower of Virtue is always fair, <br />Its fragrance rises towards heavenly stairway.<br /><br />Osman Gani<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-fragrance-of-virtue-rises-to-the-heavens/
