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