Beautiful Enigma!

I waited long to find an answer

I met a gardener, a child and a dancer

Tell me what real beauty is, I asked

Teach me to see beyond the masked

The gardener walked me through the grass

Showed me a beauty none can surpass

Real beauty is like the miracle land

Unkempt mind tilled, with one’s own hand

I asked the kid, what real beauty is

A pair of lips which on my wounded knee kiss

A hand that holds and wipes my tears

A heart I can open to and scare away my fears!

What is real beauty , I asked a dancer

Self-belief, self -pride was the simple answer

Real beauty is to feel at home in your skin

It is to feel the beauty, feel the dance within!

Real beauty to me, to you, is a different hue

But all our definitions are very true
For real beauty lies in each one of us
Beauty in different ways, we all posses!

~Sam

This poem is written as a part of