Your Self

In the midst of lush green mountains,

With a few unearthed souls,

I traded a part of me,

To get a glimpse of their content faces,

With a smile that touched my inner core.

What beauty it is to receive from those,

Who can give anything from their heart,

They are richer than we can imagine,

For they have the mountains on their part.

I can never experience such authenticity,

In the maddening pace of the cities,

In the monotony of everyday give and take,

In the feverishness of wanting more,

In this race of no destination.

I am glad, I traded a part of me to them,

For this incompleteness will always remind me,

To be like those people of the mountains,

Content, carefree and courageous,

For it requires a different level of strength,

To follow no one but your self.