Wearing Away

I have again become empty
by undoing
a disturbing thought.

Unsexing
the sputtering stillness
of a Robin.

Tender bruises
on the pink heart.
A bird was flying away.

Little tears
come down from the swollen
river in spate.

Pain lingers
as you want an answer
from an eroding dune.

poem by Satish Verma
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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