Manjhi ~ The mountain man

Repressed by the social bias,
Living through the differences of so called superiors and inferiors by caste.
He lived to be nothing but humane,
In the darkness of the night of social apathy.
lead by uppity leaders and gold diggers.
Exploited and harassed.
He found happiness in love of his wife.
Alas! his happiness didn't last.
For, he lost the love of his life,
to the mountain that she couldn't cross.
As she fell to death, once she came down.
Succumbed to death to her wounds and lack of treatment he couldn't afford.
As there were obstacles of poverty and that mountain.
The poor lost his love and his faith in life.
Only left with rage against the mountain of physical and social barriers once it did guard.
He sold his goats to buy a hammer and chisel,
To bring him salvation he was determined to break the mountain to carve a path.
By hammering that mountain, to breaking it through.
And did so with love in his heart as he prayed the stones and broke them every day, month and years for twenty two long long years of his quest.
He carved a niche and also carved that path.
That eventually lead to bring him solace and proved how love is much stronger in any race.
Alas! he left the world one fine day too,
Hoping his struggle might bring prosperity to his land.
A road that will be mighty as his faith.
He walked miles and miles to make it so
and returned empty handed but found his grace.
May the world knows his story and understands his agony.
May we learn by his angst against the social indifference for the poor, for the repressed.
And we shall be indebted to his legacy.

# A tribute to Dashrath Manjhi "Dashrath Baba" and his life story that has definitely thrown light on the lives of those poor and repressed, who are well part of our society that we all know very well. I was definitely inspired by his quest and his movement so had to write a little about his quest. There is a fine movie out there as well now. Watch it if it moves you too.

Irony of Modern Society

I wonder how along with the time
The world has changed
For the good
But not in every sense.
The number of people growing
To a countless digits across the world.
The number grows
So does the advancement too.

No doubt we got luxurious life
Although, still a dream for the most.
We call it modern society.
And the modern society is crazy
I call it crazy society.
My belief grows stronger almost everyday
Isn't it funny in every sense
We are crazy about clothes to cellphones
And we are crazy about Cars to buildings
Rather than the essentials for mankind and nature.

In this outrage of dust and smoke
Produced by the cars, factories,
Air conditioners to the radiation
Coming out from the sneaky electronical products.
The humanity suffers
with loss of faith in life
and with the loss of health and wellness.

In the air there was supposed to be fresh breathable air
But germs and bacterias flying their own imaginary fighter planes now.
Forcing to hide our faces behind the mask
before we come out.
Some unfortunate dying before their time, and this is just one thing.

Ironically the love for a luxurious life
Surpasses the love for the nature
Mother earth suffers with the loss
But the modern society rejoice
with the temporary joy.
The love for merely a fur and furniture
Pulls us kill to kill a tree and an innocent animal.

The point I am trying to make is
To grow the similar Compassion
That we have for Cars and boats
To trees and the less travelled roads
To save the earth
To save ourselves and those we love.
To save the generations to come.

Rise above the ordinary.......