Fossils Poem by Namita Rani Panda

Moments slip from fingers,
Waiting turns every second to a year,
Secrets that I'm anxious to share
Lay in heaps, layer after layer,
For sometimes scream, scratch fiercely and flutter,
So painful to bear,
Then become silent forever
Like the captives in a gas chamber
Or a flock of cocks caged to be slaughtered,
Then feelings turn to fossils, silenced forever
Which, if ever you return
May able to decipher!