The oil in the lamp has finished. Only the burning cotton wick was emitting dim light was left. On seeing its dying moment, a householder couldn’t help asking it, “You have been guiding others by emitting your light for the whole life. You have been doing good to the world, yet when I see your such tragic end, my heart rends.”
The extinguishing lamp gathered its whole power and while emitting its glow for the last time, said, “Brother! In this mortal
world, one who is born is bound to die. We can’t escape death even after our all possible attempts. However, we can do only this much: we shouldn’t let the precious moments of our life go waste.”
Pragya Puran,
Part-I,
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