Life is like that flower. Which initially originates as a small flower. One who is ignorant of the oppressed world.
He is selfless and meaningless, neither does he hate anyone nor is he hostile to anyone. He is happy to have a small cute flower plant.
But when he grows up from small, he is aware of many good and bad conditions when he grows up. He has to be molded according to nature, he has to lose his life if he is not able to adapt to nature.
When that plant produces a flower, that is, sharing happiness to others, it makes others happy. Blooms when after some time the bloom falls from the plant.
But he makes his mark or an identity in the society. Whom people remember him with some work and his beauty and his fragrance.
wah bhaut he sundar