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!
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