Special Section: Satbir Chadha: Poem

Satbir Chadha

ADIEU

Clouds of gloom, clouds of doom

Darkened skies, earth shrouded in lies

Dilapidated, abandoned cities

Relics of rusty machinery, maybe from the past century

With nothing to churn, nothing to burn

Nothing remains

Nothing grows

Rubble and remains of yesteryears woes

Once glittering and green

Now a dusty dry planet

Even skeletons to be seen

All black, brown and grey

We saw prehistoric sites before, perished civilizations

Some shoots and shrubs remained, a reminder of life that was

Why is this so frightening?

Because mother earth is dry

She has spent her tears

Satellites of the future circle the globe

Through clouds of dust and ash

They look for clues, of life that was, or may still be

Alas, there is none

Mother Earth is no more

In the cosmic cycle the Creator creates, sustains and destroys

Destruction and rebirth are His domain

Each Universe has its ‘Karma’, 

Its lifespan and the Completion

He plays with His creation in all directions

He, The Mighty Soul, the nucleus of all creation

Is this plight then, its maker’s decision?

Or the result of unbridled exploitation.

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Setu, February 2025