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.
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Author:
satishverma (
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- Category: Nature
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