Torn Poem by Pinaki Dewan

wrestling winds in tireless dust
the meager face concealed in rust
the burning necklace and the ring
the water in the shore stirring
into a sagging smile of lifelessness
what does one know of the bone
thrown away by the devastated moan
settling into a briny game of chess
callosity of the exfoliated flesh
an ephemeris inside the mouth
a nose that knows its couth
yet like the future the eyes blind
forever looking behind
there is nothing anymore in the mind