Due to being crushed under the feet repeatedly, the soil cries on its fate. Hey! I am a bad person that all people insult me. Nobody views me with respect to the honor, whereas the flower that flows from within me is so much respected. Flowers are worn in neck and neck. Devotees offer prayers at the feet of their worship. Vanithas feel proud by tapping their hair. It is good that I too go up to the brains of the people!
Knowing ah coming out from the middle of the day, you know the saltyness of the soil! If you want to get respect then you can give great respect to me but there is a condition.
'One, whatever conditions you have, I accept all. Just remove me from the feet of the people, 'said the clay biting the potter's talk only in the middle.
'Then it's okay, get ready' -Speaking potter digging the soil and pulling the soil out. Riding the donkey brought him home. Put them in water and keep it wet for a long time. Not only that, but with the feet, it is very truncated. Till the sufferings, the mud said, 'Hey brother! You are very painful. When will you make me a worthy character? '
'Soil sissy! Keep calm . Now go, you will surely find its sweet fruit. '
Listening to the potter's clay, the soil does not say anything.
The potter has churned the clay and made it look like a potter rotating fast. Then dried in the sun. When the patience of the soil began to break, the potter said, 'Just sister! Now there is only one fire examination remaining. And in all you have passed. If it passes in it then people will get you on the head like Sati Sita. People respect Sita by bowing their heads, but you will be punished on the heads of the Apnitas. '
After all, the soil has taken everything and even removed the fire test. Then what was there! Actually the beauties began to pick him up on the head. The clay rose on its honor. After all, they have to bear the pain of getting respect.
