man who moved the mountain

there was once a man who lived in burnt rocky hills village farmer frail and tilt humble down to strips and one day his wife fell sick he took her in his hands but in path for miles thick one huge hill did stand he knew but closest path to town would take whole day on foot if it weren't this hill around get there sooner he could even though he tried his best kept his faith alive yet he failed the time's test could not save his wife abruptly in his mind did one thought arise through conflicting reasons to himself he surmised "there'll always be dreams to live tears to wipe, things to moan to witness coiling stillness give reason to your lonesome tone" with this thought himself he backed and let go of his fears whom neither Gods could distract he faced the mountain near a modest hammer in hand not for once dismayed unfazed by its candid stand he stood not once afraid "for he was just some lunatic who sold his goats for a chisel for no man can do such trick surely its all such drivel" inch by inch he chipped away just one stroke a time when scorching sun endowed the day heat fueled up his mind seasons came and seasons went men who mocked him too turned to dust who crossed his way yet he went going through long before his life would cease two decades marked his trial all in sweat on forehead crease and scratched on time's dial and then arrived this moment it surely had to come for in pools of anguish spent lilies of faith bear from speak your will and do your speak says the farmer's life say you're strong when you feel weak marching through your strife for no paths does life forbid it takes no account keep on moving as he did man who moved the mount

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Notes: Dashrath Manjhi (1934- 2007) was born into a poor laborer family in Gahlour village near Gaya in state of Bihar, India.

Dashrath Manjhi's wife, Falguni Devi, died due to lack of medical treatment because the nearest town with a doctor was 70 kilometres (43 miles) away from their village. The villagers had to travel all this distance to reach the nearest town, due to the path blocked by a rocky hill.

Dashrath did not want anyone else to suffer the same fate as his wife, so he carved a one kilometer long and 16 feet wide cleft in the hill to form a road through a mountain in the Gehlour hills, working day and night for 22 years from 1960 to 1982.

He did this single handedly only with a rope, chisel and a hammer.

His feat reduced the distance between the Atri and Wazirganj blocks of the Gaya district from 75 km to 1 km, bringing him national acclaim.

He died on August 17, 2007. He was given a state funeral by the government of the state of Bihar.

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