Once a child, I picked shells By the sea shore, Now a man grown up, Geologist by vocation, I collect fossils, the petrified Relics of shells In the layers of sediments That a sea once it was In the ranges of the Himalayas. Between that ancient sea, Its shores and shells, And their transformed Stony counterparts as of now, Spread millions of years On the sands of time, And between the child and the man In me, just a grain of sand.
