Satish Verma Poet I do not know?

Regeneration

Why it should happen
the parting of ways ?
Between the will to arrive
and the goal ?

Between the unlearning and contempt,
lies a tale.

Terror. Petrifying fear ……….,
doggedly I was defending the door.
Inspite of the terrible blows
I wanted to be myself only.
Reverse, the wheels were turning
aghast I was turning blue.
God ! They were creating him new.
As I remember now
they were melting the rocks to make a new face.
I have swallowed the flame, like pride.
melting the iron in eyes.

I shall soon become a tree
with  unborn flowers.
Some sorrow, some tears
will drench my roots.


SATISH VERMA

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Denis Joe February 3, 2009 at 6:00 AM This is a beautiful poem. The language is great, dragging out the emotions of the narrative. The line 'God ! They were creating him new' has an abiguous feeling and gives the reader pause for thought. The last stanza is achingly beautiful and creates a feeling of terminus as well as continuity.