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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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

--------------------------------------------------------------------

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

--------------------------------------------------------------------

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

--------------------------------------------------------------------

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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About the Author:
Satish Verma is ferociously original. You feel resentment, outrage and violence, cannot pin it down but wonderfully spin your brain. Satish has the greatest sensibility which sweetly exploits the delicacies of human conflicts. His scions, doctors and engineers are living in USA. He chose to live back in his beloved country and resides in Ajmer (INDIA) with his spouse Kanta running the Charitable Holistic Institute of SEWA MANDIR FOUNDATION.