Unknown Poem by Puskar Sikdar

Stubborn desires flare within the fortress of a rigid mind,
Swallowing others' gains to fuel its rising tide.
In the dawn of changing days, it carves a self anew,
Yet at dusk, one question lingers—am I human or just an echo passing through?

Life, once simple, now climbs steep, relentless slopes,
Jagged paths, rocky truths—enough to shatter hopes.
In the darkness, I search, only to return at twilight's call,
Adrift in a corner of my empty heart, waiting for hope to install.

Directionless thoughts, like compasses lost at sea,
In this unknown life, new titles come to be.
Are we still human? The question spins and sways,
Yet just in time, my drifting soul finds its way.

I have never failed to recognize
What it means to be alive.
Not just existing in illusion's grasp—
But living where truth survives.

This heart, wrapped in layers of stone and dust,
Wounded by thorns, but still it trusts.
Every weakness I endure will be overcome,
For even today, my humanity remains undone.

When my soul cries out, "Who am I? "
It feels like childhood games now tangled in lies.
The land of dreams has long faded from sight,
Yet no grief remains to make me weep at night.

Thus, I stand in my own light,
Victorious in humanity's fight.
May my nameless soul embrace
A fearless, thoughtless space.