Regret Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Scorched dunes bathed in painted stone,
Dawn's hush brings a bird unknown.
Alone, the heart hums a distant tune,
Reviving rocks with dreams of monsoon.

A tormented world in silence sighs,
Thinkers lost in veiled goodbyes.
Shadows march in mute despair,
While tyrants feast without a care.

Did the inked hand seek this jest?
Did the blue-stained mark request?
A fate where life is coldly cast,
Buried deep in pages past.

Human kindness fades away,
While greed consumes the light of day.