This Is How Far We Go! Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I wander down the wood lanes
As the warm summer breeze gently breathes through my hair
Whispering in my ears,

Words of wisdom,
Carried from hoary times
When the worldglowed with virgin light
Andwise men sitting quiet,
Exploring the mysteries of life;

Those same that transcend the spheres and the space
Life and death,
The same that today ceaselessly ring in my ears,
Ticklingin vain my dormant mind.
Likethe mountains and the dull hills
Ignorant, I sleep,
A slumber of ignorance.

How strange is this cosmic make -up
We are like kites,
Stringed to the will of the maker
But free,

Free to play in the gentle breeze,
And dare dark thunder clouds and the storms,
Still when all is said,
We can only go as far as our string goes,
No further.

And if we do
God only knows where we could end, to,
Those buried civilizations are witnesses to our digressions.