In The Wilderness Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

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:
I was myself the enigma, and the solution!
The wilderness, the moon, the rocks,
And the vegetations were what remained of me: the debris
Of my feelings, my thoughts, and my aspirations.
Speak, said a voice and it was indulgent and deep,
But mightier than the forest torrent.
I have nought, I made reply.
And it laughed, loud and long, a little mocking
But profoundly compassionate.
This is what is left of you, child!
You are so full, and yet so empty!
Your journeys and your joys have been as many
As the pearls of dews that cool the virgin earth.
Many a river have you crossed, and mountains unknown,
And you brought me nothing?
No flowers, no songs of yore, no story of our eternal companionship?
Will you turn me back, sad and empty?
On my knees I cried in remorse,
Forgive oh forgive, in my joy I forgot thee
And stop not to see that thou art waiting!
I promised thee flowers from the valleys of my heart;
Garlands of love from where smiles reign supreme.
Selfish, I forgot thee, alone braving the nightly storms.
Rise child, spoke the voice again,
Life is a circle. You always come back to what you left behind.
So saying the wilderness disappeared,
A new sun is born
And a new life blazes its entry into this phenomenal world.