A Sojourn To The Himalayas

 - by Pratyush Parashar Das

They live under the shadow of the mountains' crown,

Where life is hard, but none have on their face a frown,

They breathe air that is fresh and pure which keeps their health pristine, as ours were, when all of us were but thirteen, 

The gurgling and laughing sounds of the river teases the soft sighs of the swaying trees, creating a symphony that not only heals, but the soul frees, 

In that air I sit and meditate, hearing the Voices of Nature speak, with wisdom ancient, and wit as sharp as a bird's beak, 

And now I must leave this beautiful paradise behind, for though this place leave me sound of body and mind, 

My duties call me homeward, and so with a heavy heart I bid adieu, and march onward.