Friends, today I am writing such a story, after reading this story your sorrow will be gone forever Seeing that why are you crying so much to that crow, then the crow has said, sage Shrestha, I am bored of this life, I do not want to live as a crow, make me a swan, the monk said why are you bored with this life,
then the crow Said it is life in some life, it is angry, there is no form, nor is it a beautiful voice, if I speak at someone's door, then he drives me away, then the monk said before becoming a swan, let's first meet the swan about the crow The sage went near us and said why the swan brother should be happy after going to the swan, then the swan said no, I am not happy, I am fed up with my life, people catch us for their happiness and throw us in the pond, we spend the whole day If you live in the pond, you die by suffocation, then the monk said what do you want to become, then did not tell us that I want to become a parrot, people are able to drink the parrot with love in their house. I keep you sadhu Ji went to the parrot with the swan and the crow, the parrot was sitting on a branch. I have come, but God did not give me a good color, I am sitting in the trees, I do not see it, even if I see a person, then there is a fear that we should be caught and imprisoned in a cage. If you love, you said that man loves for his selfishness, to beautify his house, a person keeps us in a cage and feeds chilies, to speak,
we are imprisoned in a cage, we live in this life. If I am fed up with it, then the monk said what do you want to be, the parrot said that I want to be a peacock, then the monk said why do you want to be a peacock, then the parrot said that the life of a peacock is very beautiful and remains open in the forests. Life is lived, its color is also beautiful, so the monk said, so let's first meet the peacock, then the parrot and laughing all together walk near the peacock to meet Diya After meeting you, the sage said peacock, you seem very happy,
you are very happy in your life, nor the peacock said that no, I am fed up with my life, I keep wandering in the forests, people grab me and pluck our wings. We sell them in the tomb, we are caught and imprisoned, that's why I pluck some feathers alive, I feel unbearable pain. I have to be because no one hunts a crow and sits at someone's door, then drives it away, lives an open life, is free, I like to do it in my life, then the crow said, I like my own life, whatever I am very nice and flew