Regeneration Poem by 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.
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4/23/2024 3:00:56 PM # 1.0.0.1119
I love this poem, but I do not understand it entirely. Who are 'they'? Should there be a semicolon after 'turning'? I think this poem is about a woman ending an abusive relationship and beginning regeneration with new hope while carrying a legacy of sorrow that can never be entirely forgotten. I think the last stanza is quite remarkable and leaps from the unconscious mind into the concious mind. The entire poem really is full of powerful images and leaps of the imagination of the sort characteristic of William Blake my favorite poet. Hats off to you for writing such a fine poem. Sincerely, William