Mohabeer Beeharry

Rookie [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. A Prayer 5/10/2014
18. I Celebrate 7/27/2013
19. Remembering The Indian Ocean Tsunami 7/27/2013
20. Life Eternal 7/26/2013
21. In Search Of The Truth 7/26/2013
22. The Night Visit 8/11/2013
23. I Know What You Look Like 8/11/2013
24. A New Grace 8/14/2013
25. The Begging Bowl 8/9/2013
26. Find Me 8/1/2013
27. What Can I Ask? 8/12/2013
28. The Knowers Of Wisdom 5/4/2014
29. Undemanding Love 9/4/2013
30. In Search Of Loneliness 9/4/2013
31. Are We Different...? 7/27/2013
32. The Mystic Sounds 8/25/2013
33. My Kingdom 8/17/2013
34. Not A Tear More 10/6/2013
35. Your Names 8/23/2013
36. Lost Love 9/6/2013
37. The Cross 8/27/2013
38. A Family At War 8/16/2013
39. On The Way Of Life 8/12/2013
40. I Salute You Artist 8/19/2013
Best Poem of Mohabeer Beeharry

A Touch Of Light

Let us for a moment
Dare to hold our books to our hearts,
Invoking some sincerity.
Their wisdom is timeless
Made to lighten our way
On the path of life.
For life is not merely
A means to glorify our needs and our greed.
But a way, a chance to evolve,
Perchance to see the reality we came from
And in time we go back to.
The messages in there are
Shoulders to cry on,
Sticks to lean on,
Water to cool our dry throats
And shelters at night
When gripped by fear of death.
They teach love,
We understand hatred
They teach truth 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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