A Fossil Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

A fossil
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Have you a bag full of fossils
Or are you a fossil yourself
You love to sit on your laurels
And I love to wander
The wasteland of broken dreams
And gather their shattered remains
Embedded into the sand of time
A flaky life exploring substance
By attaching itself to years of tradition
Thus becoming a fossil remains
Tradition is accumulated past
Which people get attached to
Not knowing the access to yet-to-be
Sitting on a pile of things done in the past
Forgetting to see the present
Least interested we are
In taking care of a dead log here
That in the past has produced a million flowers
Only interested in a tree more
When it can produce more flowers
What we call a human being
Is not a life fully blossomed
He is like a seed
But meaningless it is
If you remain a seed forever
If the seed sprouts, grows
And becomes a tree, flowers, fruits
Meaningful it becomes
If you become a tree
One day you will dissolve
Becoming nothing
Or end up becoming someone's furniture
If you remain a seed
Forever you will be preserved
And not lived
Unlived- a possibility never fulfilled