The Sweet Fragrance

I am a young Deer I feel so good, sweet and ethereal, Like a fairy dancing with the flowers, Like an angel flying with the birds, A lovely scent is always following me, A sweet fragrance is embracing me! Where is the exotic fragrance coming from? That prances when I skip, That tunes when I sing That jingles when I dance, Wafting, breezing, even when I am asleep, Whistling, bouncing like a west bound wind! Where from emanates such a wonderful perfume? Is it the aroma of the apple tree in blossom? Or the redolence of a rose garden? Is it the heady scent of a white jasmine garland? Or perhaps! A basket of sweet ripe mangoes? I am not able to locate, "O Grandma! Please tell me! " Where from, am I surrounded by such sweet fragrance? The Grandma replied with a smile: "The sweet fragrance is not from outside, Alas! You ran in vain to search for it everywhere, Know that it comes from deep within You! You are a Musk Deer! Just close your eyes, feel your breath, And enjoy the wonderful aroma of your being! " "O My my! The little Musk Deer squealed in delight! Dearest Grandma! How wonderful of you to reveal this secret! Never knew, I was born with this fragrance! How foolish of me to search for it all around the forest, When God had gifted me with this exotic scent, A very special aroma to spread around in my circle, Am I not blessed with a perfumed body and a fragrant soul?