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Setu Volume 10; Issue 7;  December 2025 Setu PDF Archives Editorial Sunil Sharma From the Desk of the Editor-in-Chief: A ...

Sunil Sharma “The city is a labyrinth of streets, each one leading to a new adventure.” --–  Langston Hughes What makes a city tick? What ma...

Special Section: Framing a City Picture by Keshav Sharma   Special Section Authors: December 2025 Contributing Authors ...

Snigdha Agrawal Learning to stay standing The cottages keep breathing  under layers of paint, crumbling A wooden beam bows with the memory, ...

Robert Maddox-Harle Deserted City Eerily empty, the city at five am a “still life” of despair, the edge of a desperate cold mirage suspen...

Marjorie-Pezzoli Give the Future a Chance cityscape a maze of streets remember to follow the leaves leave not a trace wait for the moon mea...

City Nostalgia As I walk through the city's lane  Something stirs in my stagnant brain. Those old buildings and golden memory, Some anci...

Sushma Malhotra 1. Conceivable Where the heart lies With joyful golden colors Evening and the dusk Ground wet before it dries. Wrapped all ...

Nivedita Roy The Humble Lamppost  Frothy tea in a humble cup The first sip of that warm beverage Dawn lights overpowering the humble lamp Th...

Meenakshi Mohan Who will hold the light   Ke loibe mor kaarjo, kohe shondhya robi Shuniya jogot rohe niruttor chhobi. Matir prodip c...

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 Lur...

Toolika Rani The Interplay of the Light and the Gloom (Based on a picture by Keshav Sharma, Canada) In the golden light of the night  Sleep...

Meghna Kaul Behold From the window of this  building  the sight was too beautiful to escape,  A sacred dawn bathed in the orange glow  the w...

Hema Ravi Broken Rhythms (Poem)   “Wee Willy Winkie runs through the town – Upstairs and downstairs, in his nightgown…” Once, cosy ...

Sankha Ranjan Patra Cycle In the tree of tyrany Lying my leaves Till the old span ending, In the house of hollow Sleeping my senses Till the...

Baijnath Gupta Vacancy saunters across the sunless street As autumn slowly withdraws his feet. A time so ripe for the grey on the trees To g...

Ritu Kamra Kumar Under the Watch of Quiet Lights Streetlamps stand like sentinels, gold-throated guardians of the hour when the city loosens...