He Was Born Free Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

He Was Born Free

Rating: 4.9


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 dogmas.
Like the birds in the trees, he was free,
Free to sing the songs close to his heart,
To fly and plane dangerously in the wind
And dare the vehemence of enigmatic storms.
Who cares what the books say?
As long as his mind was free to dare and explore
And bring home sweet treasures,
Untarnished by short-minded confinements.
But since, he has lost his freedom,
Gradually circumvented by inveterate bookish weeds.
He was imprisoned by many a belief and superstition
He would rather live behind prison bars
With his mind free to wonder and wander
Free to love
To reason and to understand
Than his body free to rove
And his heart and mind condemned to vegetate in educated darkness.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Olivia Bedell 31 July 2013

Nice poem and I love the ending.

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Mohabeer Beeharry 18 June 2015

Thank you for reading. Sorry for being late in replying. Have had to be away. Will read your work soon. Mohabeer Beeharry

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Mohabeer Beeharry 18 June 2015

Thank you for reading. Will reciprocate soon. Sorry I am late in replying. Have had to be away. Mohabeer Beeharry

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Alexander Coppedge 12 September 2013

Another wonderful piece of art You do have something to say Speak on

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Luo Zhihai 13 June 2016

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. I read them joyfully.

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Edward Kofi Louis 21 May 2016

There he rode! With the muse of life; and, to respect nature. Nice work.

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Susan Williams 30 April 2016

My computer was doing its ornery hop-skip-and-jumping around and landed on this page and this poem. Was it just happenstance? Just luck? I don't know but I am so thankful. This is a flow of poetry, a visit to another's mind, and a pondering of thoughts. So beautifully expressed. I will register a 10 on the scale below in an attempt to demonstrate how very excellent this poem is..

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Gajanan Mishra 20 June 2015

free to love to reason and to understand, I like it, thanks. I hope you all the best.

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Bri Edwards 23 September 2013

Than his body free to rove.............especially without punctuation or brackets, i had trouble at first understanding this line. if you had have in front of body i might have understood sooner. i score it a good to very good.

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Mohabeer Beeharry 17 June 2015

Thank you for reading. Will certainly take care next time. Sorry I have had to be away. Mohabeer Beeharry

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