Middle East and India based Frank Raj is the founding editor and publisher of ‘The International Indian’, the oldest magazine of Gulf-Indian society and history since 1992. He is listed in Arabian Business magazine’s 100 most influential Indians in the Gulf and is co-author of the upcoming publication ‘Universal Book of the Scriptures.’ His book ‘Desh aur Diaspora’ was published in 2012 and is available online here. You can read more of his work here. He blogs at www.no2christianity.com.
Today I have the privilege of sharing with you this poem written by him.
It is the evening of my days, it shows quite clearly on my faceIn my immortal youth this was definitely not the caseI gave little thought to finishing the end of the raceHow sweet are the hopes and pleasures of our youthYet so futile, for a life not undergirded by liberating truthDivine, vital nourishment to anticipate our eternal youthI wish I had understood early how quickly life concludesStrength depletes, the skin wrinkles and time deludesTeasing me with memories of promising days and youthful moodsI have my regrets but the loss of my youth does not figure very highFor that was the phase when my life was mostly big and small liesPride and ambition got out of control, as if time was something I could buyI wish I had learned to be more alert about my enemies withinThe most dangerous of all, camouflaged and so stylishly hiddenInvincible, unless Bethlehem’s birth brings new life inMany beloved friends and family have gone ahead of meI grieve for those who are taken unaware, who do not see in GalileeGod’s purpose and loving concern, as they choose to live carelesslyI know the evening of our lives is no time for a face forlornBut a chance to innovate and discover newness in every dawnTo engage with life’s greatest adventure, and learn to be rebornPhir Milenge!!