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THE OXEN AND THE WHEELS
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| THE OXEN AND THE WHEELS |
A couple of Oxen were drawing a vigorously stacked wagon along a grimy nation street. They needed to utilize their entire being to pull the wagon, yet they didn’t grumble. The Wheels of the wagon were of an alternate sort.
In spite of the fact that the errand they needed to do was exceptionally light contrasted and that of the Oxen, they squeaked and moaned every step of the way. The poor Oxen, dismantling energetically to draw the wagon through the profound mud, had their ears loaded up with the noisy griping of the Wheels. Furthermore, this, you may surely understand, made their work so much the harder to persevere.
“Quietness!” the Oxen cried finally, out of persistence. “What have you Wheels to gripe about so noisily? We are drawing all the weight, not you, and we are keeping still about it other than.”
_They grumble most who endure least._
SRI RAMAKRISHNA TODAY 