Mohabeer Beeharry

Freshman - 537 Points [Benny] (23 November 1937 / Mauritius)

Mohabeer Beeharry Poems

1. In The Wilderness 7/27/2013
2. Forget Me 7/27/2013
3. Remembering Renuka 7/27/2013
4. Where Is The Difference? 7/27/2013
5. I Am No Bubble On A Vagrant Wave 7/27/2013
6. I Waited... 7/28/2013
7. The Bird And The Man 7/27/2013
8. The Robin 7/29/2013
9. The Tastes Of Despair 7/30/2013
10. The Man And The Violin 7/30/2013
11. Oh God Why... 7/31/2013
12. The Poet's Land 8/9/2013
13. What Shall I Offer 8/12/2013
14. I Want You To Forget 8/18/2013
15. In The Heart Of Tears 8/30/2013
16. Actions And Reactions 5/5/2014
17. Look Back 6/2/2015
18. Setting The Mind Free 6/17/2015
19. Awakening 6/17/2015
20. Know Yourself 6/19/2015
21. A Sad Parting 6/22/2015
22. A Dream Of The Lost Past 6/24/2015
23. The Lost Song 6/28/2015
24. The Death Of A Man 6/29/2015
25. The Place Where I Was Born 7/1/2015
26. Believe 7/6/2015
27. I Celebrate 7/27/2013
28. Remembering The Indian Ocean Tsunami 7/27/2013
29. Life Eternal 7/26/2013
30. In Search Of The Truth 7/26/2013
31. The Night Visit 8/11/2013
32. I Know What You Look Like 8/11/2013
33. A New Grace 8/14/2013
34. The Begging Bowl 8/9/2013
35. What Can I Ask? 8/12/2013
36. The Knowers Of Wisdom 5/4/2014
37. This Life Is For Real 7/4/2015
38. The Old Fisherman 6/26/2015
39. What If.... 6/17/2015
40. Glory To Thee Oh Mind 6/17/2015
Best Poem of Mohabeer Beeharry

He Was Born Free

He was born free a long time ago
When his mind and body were young.
He loved the village lanes
And the busy market towns.
He loved the river walks, the trees and the wild lakes,
The secret haunts of the mountains.
There he created dreams and destroyed them in thousands.
There it was where his dreams grew wings;
Like the frolicsome morning shadows,
He raced the breeze to the foot of the hills.
He flew to the gilt land of moonbeams
And bathed in the mellow lakes of sunshine.
There he rode the fast wind horses to the clouds,
Free from prejudices and ...

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Forget Me

I do not want to be remembered when I am gone.
If when I needed love and empathy,
I found hatred and hostility,
When I gave everything to make others happy,
I received false love in return.
Doors were shut on me,
Treated as stranger,
Left to find my own survival kit;
What then would I do with love or a statue

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