Comments about 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 ...
In The Wilderness
Once in a dream I was in a wilderness,
My life and heart as barren as the rocks,
That lay scattered around;
A colourless moon looked down behind a veil of mist.
No stars to grace the night's freezing shroud.
It was an endless place,
So silent, my heartbeat sounded like great thuds on the solid surface of the gloom.
But why was I there, I wondered?
There was no answer, for none existed: