Facing Mortality

I feel my own mortality when I hear your voice getting frail on an off day
I remember when it used to boom
When your anger would send your fists and feet flying through doors
When you’d drive like a maniac and my knuckles would go white as I clung on
You were a force
And in your soul you always will be
But I see my own mortality in your physical signs of ageing
Before they came along I thought you were immortal
So it was the first time I accepted that one day
My body will only serve to nourish the soil that I’ll be laid to rest in


– Thinking of my father Arbab Mohammad Khan, whose strength and passion for life keeps my own alive!  




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