The Masquerade Of Humanity Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Oxygen runs scarce in veins adorned with hemoglobin's hue,
Humanity, once kind, now wears a ruthless, masked view.
Trapped between mind and silence, life whispers in retreat,
In the art of deception, truth and lies now meet.

Nerves unscathed now bear the scars of endless strife,
Machinery consumes the soul, humanity fights for life.
Scattered pages still hold graphite's fading trace,
While broken echoes drift through twilight's quiet embrace.

In searching eyes, lysozyme's faintest spark remains,
Yet humanity stands homeless, lost in time's disdain.
The gears of progress gnaw at thoughts once free,
Conversations fade, breath weakens in this captivity.

Faded memories of a distant past now barely plead,
A reckless heart that no longer longs for humanity's creed.
In a thousand words, its meaning remains concealed,
Yet in my soul, the wish for its healing stands revealed.