Mohabeer Beeharry

Veteran Poet - 1,111 Points [Benny] (23 November 1937 / Mauritius)

Mohabeer Beeharry Poems

1. Where Is The Difference? 7/27/2013
2. I Am No Bubble On A Vagrant Wave 7/27/2013
3. The Bird And The Man 7/27/2013
4. The Robin 7/29/2013
5. The Tastes Of Despair 7/30/2013
6. The Man And The Violin 7/30/2013
7. Oh God Why... 7/31/2013
8. The Poet's Land 8/9/2013
9. What Shall I Offer 8/12/2013
10. I Want You To Forget 8/18/2013
11. In The Heart Of Tears 8/30/2013
12. The Knowers Of Wisdom 5/4/2014
13. Actions And Reactions 5/5/2014
14. Look Back 6/2/2015
15. Setting The Mind Free 6/17/2015
16. Know Yourself 6/19/2015
17. A Sad Parting 6/22/2015
18. A Dream Of The Lost Past 6/24/2015
19. The Lost Song 6/28/2015
20. The Death Of A Man 6/29/2015
21. The Place Where I Was Born 7/1/2015
22. Awakening 6/17/2015
23. Believe 7/6/2015
24. The Frozen Rose Bud 5/1/2016
25. Wake Up! 5/2/2016
26. Life's Enigma 5/5/2016
27. Have Me If You Can! 5/9/2016
28. Hope Will Survive 5/11/2016
29. The Old Woman 5/13/2016
30. He Is Always Passing By. 5/15/2016
31. Mystery -new- 5/16/2016
32. Fake Heavens -new- 5/18/2016
33. Deep Inside -new- 5/18/2016
34. Come With Me -new- 5/21/2016
35. Seven Days -new- 5/22/2016
36. Love Your Freedom -new- 5/23/2016
37. I Am The Watcher -new- 5/25/2016
38. I Celebrate 7/27/2013
39. Remembering The Indian Ocean Tsunami 7/27/2013
40. I Waited... 7/28/2013
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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Remembering Renuka

And when the morning dawns at last,
The first arrows of the young sun
Gently drenches the hibiscus in light purple blooms,
Gilding the front courtyard,
She opens her eyes, glazed and jaundiced
And takes a long troubled look at the flowers
At her bedside and gives a sigh.
I watch, helpless, depressed and disorientated,
Crying in silence

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