The Inhuman Face

The Inhuman Face

A Poem by Swagato Saha

For they know not... they serve split between,
The spying eye without, and calls within -
Precious shall save their object souls?
In privy dark, on sleepless parole.

For though they think... they've fled for sure,
The plight of forms to dwell secure,
And reveal in narcissistic escape;
None to discern their raving scrapes...

As of when they remain as ever,
Whilst transgressions formless waver,
Caricatured to the damning gaze!
Be barely bothered; it bears unfazed.

In thus confused loneliness I seek,
Traces of the inhuman streak,
Where voices dry while pages speak,
From faces furiously opaque.

© 2022 Swagato Saha

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Definitely feels like a dystopian landscape with humanity as the culprit. Thank you for this. What was your particular inspiration for this? Such a sad take, but perhaps and unfortunately true to human kind.

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Swagato Saha

2 Months Ago

Yes, but I think I take the side of the inhuman, or rather the post-human as it were. Humanity is in.. read more

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Added on November 25, 2022
Last Updated on November 27, 2022


Swagato Saha
Swagato Saha

Kolkata, India

Colourless green ideas sleep furiously. more..