Special Section: Satbir Chadha

Satbir Chadha

Dawn or Dusk

A stroll down the town street

Am I walking into the dark

Or will the red morn break

The woe of yellow bile

Lurking here and there

Forebodes a weakness 

That I’d rather deny

But days of vacuous thought

Days of friendless chats 

Of nothing nice happening 

Weakens the resolve 

If ever there was

To make good here where I’d thought 

I would, I’d thought I could 

But my anaemic mind and 

Slow spasmodic limbs  

Spare me the effort 

Vain would it be 

They seem to say 

So I stay I stay 

Yet the clouds drift apart

Under a dull blue sky

And I want to go on

And make this place my own

Wearied jaundiced me

And this town of yellow lights 

Let’s adopt each other 

And t’gether dwell 

If I walk into the dark 

The red morn will come too

I shall wait I shall wait 

For the clouds do part

And the sky is ocean blue

My hopes will be true.

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Setu, December 2025