FOSSILS

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Questing for reflection

In mirage and

getting path deviated

Today’s young generation

Wandering like clouds of sand

Will ever be able to leave behind

Imprints of their foot steps on sand

Following which, coming generations

Would get traces of destination.

Winged with imagination

They want to roam

In the golden sky of fascination

T.V.,cyber and disco’s generation

Wants life full of thrill and sensation.

Mercury hearts of youth find awkward

Deep stillness of ripened minds.

Feel sometimes very irritated

When restricted by them

For their unclenched flight

They deem ripe aged like fossils

Devoid of any action or reaction

Despite changes in worldly weather

For them, there is

No spring, no autumn.

Getting sandwiched between

Rocks of time n society

Suppressing their sensations

Burdened by layer after layer of

Crushing silence

Sacrificing their aspirations

On altar of traditions

Meditating silently, life long

They got still, by and by

Like fossils.

Mod generation may name them fossils

Pressed under burden of

Dreary, obsolete customs n rituals

But these fossils are

Evidence of the stark truth that

Humanity breathes values

Due to their existence only

They are not remnants of humanity

They are the land marks

Following which, mod generation

Stumbling on verge of civilization

Can collect treasure of

Sanskars, culture and tradition.

Unacquainted with source of fossils

Aristotle had thus identified fossils

‘These are the moulds

In which God has cast his creations'

Deep spreading roots of

Civilization n culture

They might be fossils

But have been fondly

Nurtured by nature.