Coming of Age

The years have flown by, Without me realising of all That I have been missing out in our world The years, with the speed of light, Have brought me to stop wanting To glance into my mirror, Unable to bear the sight of my wrinkles My saggy skin and my balding head! Now, my bones have become weak And they can crash at any moment My organs function on some days, On some others, I require hospitalization Making it all seem like My body itself is rejecting life While this world itself Is rejecting my body! Yet, my worn out eyes are sparkling, Full of expectation for that which is to come; Yes, though I missed out on some mundane pleasures, I watered my spiritual well with clean and pure knowledge, Sought out from religious books and enlightened men So much that now I am so eager to meet with that which has been promised By those sayers of sooth, From the celestial beings to the unconceivable God! And when I look back at the life I lived, I breathe with silent relief at the fact that I lived according to my own will and to my own choices Even if these corroborated not with those who surrounded me I did what I wanted, indulged in what I loved, stayed away From that which made me uncomfortable, and imprinted My journey here through thousands of poems, Set to be deciphered if the world would want to understand My meaning! I have come of age, And knocking on the door is none else Other than Death For whom I am preparing to hold A welcoming party!