Comments about Mohabeer Beeharry
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: