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Abe Khan
My professional background bears no resemblance to literary writing—armed with two MBAs, I spent my career in international marketing. My foray into the literary world happened by accident. After a setback in life, a friend suggested I write about it and read it to a writers’ group. Surprisingly, it produced a healing effect. Since then, I write periodically on subjects I feel strongly about or to document events that matter. My writings focus on the messages to be conveyed, unconstrained by linguistic or literary technicalities. Consequently, they tend to be rather imperfect—but then, so am I. They reflect who I am.
I especially enjoy writing about political, economic, and social issues facing the nation. In doing so, I serve an important societal purpose: to help keep the citizenry informed—so essential for preserving the democracy.
Now retired, I devote my time to writing, gardening, and volunteering for the elderly—taking care of their gardens, taking them for drives, helping them with technical issues, or just keeping them company.
© 2012 A. S. “Abe” Khan Trust
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Life without You
It hurts to say how life goes by
A long day’s wait, some nights I cry
The life I knew has lost its charm
No piece of mind, no joy or calm
No spark of life or strength to flee
Your shadow always follows me
My life resembles a desolate land
I have no strength to sow this land
The ship of life, stuck in a storm
Colossal waves about to form
With broken keel, the hull will crack
With bending mast, the sails go slack
A lightning bolt strikes the deck
Then panic mounts the imminent wreck
The crew goes wild, in a state of flux
Neptune laughs who knows the crux
To guard the craft, I look for land
A tree, a hill, or stretch of sand
To save the lives, I pray to God
I get no answers, just a nod
I wait and wait to get a break
The God’s gesture, a total fake
The thundering clouds dim the skies
The air is filled with endless cries
The reefs abound where sharks surround
I veer the ship. I won’t go down
In a fit of fright the people dive
I boldly fight, persist ‘n’ strive
We don’t know when the journey ends!
The race to top, the twisty bends
The countless needs we die to meet
Will one day scatter at our feet
The time flies, good or bad
The urge to hoard, a passing fad
One by one we all will go
What survives is what we sow
“Insane,” you say-that may be so
No place is left for me to go
My mind is blank, but hope survives
That some day, somehow, you’ll arrive
Wherever I go, whatever I do
My wandering eyes look for you
The wish that one day I shall see
A glimpse of you to set me free
Life goes on, or so they say
Without my dreams, I say nay
I know I will not see you again
The hope persists, but all in vain
© 2012 A. S. “Abe” Khan Trust
All rights Reserved
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