thank you everyone
just remember this one:
Rabindranath Tagore, the great Indian poet, was visited on his deathbed by an eminent critic and friends, "You have much of which to be proud," the friend said. "Six thousand poems you have written, each one a masterpiece. You can die content in the knowledge that you have been a flower which has fully opened."
Rabindranath began to weep, much to the astonishment of the critic.
"Why are you weeping, my friend? Does death frighten you so?"
"I am not afraid of death. I am weeping because I have only just become a poet. Up to now my buds have only been half open. More and more poems are coming to me, each one better than the last. I am weeping at the injustice of being so quickly pruned by God."
