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.

Satish Verma