Satyapal Anand

(24 April 1931 / Chakwal / British India (Pakistan))

Biography of Satyapal Anand

Satyapal Anand poet

Satyapal Anand (Hindi: सत्य पाल आनंद , Urdu: ستیا پال آنند) born on April 24, 1931, is a poet, critic and writer from India. He has written several fictional and poetry books in four languages: English, Urdu, Hindi and Punjabi. He has also received awards for his literary work.


Anand was born April 24, 1931 in Kot Sarang, Chakwal district, now in Pakistan. He finished his primary education there and attended secondary school in Rawalpindi in 1947. After the partition of India, his family moved to Ludhiana in East Punjab, where he received his college education, earning a Masters in English from the Punjab University in Chandigarh with academic distinction. Later, he earned his first doctoral degree in English Literature with a thesis titled "Changing concept of the nature of reality and literary techniques of expression." He earned his second doctoral degree in Philosophy from the Trinity University, Texas.

Anand married Promila Anand in November 1957 and the couple had two sons (Pramod and Sachin) and a daughter (Daisy).

Academic Career

Anand has spent most of his life in teaching graduate and post-graduate students in universities around the globe. Starting with the Punjab University in Chandigarh in 1961, he has held teaching positions at other universities, including the University of District of Columbia (UDC) in Washington, DC. He has also been a visiting professor at South Eastern University in Washington, D.C., University of British Columbia, Vancouver, Canada, and Open University in England. From 1992-95 he was on special assignment as a Professor of Education in the Department of Technical Education, Saudi Arabia. He has availed many invitations in his professorship life,having nickname "Air Port Professor" by his pupils and friends. He visited several countries including U.K, Germany, Turkey, Denmark, Norway and North America.

Literary Life

Anand's writing career started in the early 50s when in a span of just two years he published a poetry collection, a collection of stories, and novels, all in Urdu. He had his brush with authorities when the Government of Punjab, India banned his Hindi novel "Chowk Ghanta Ghar" in 1957 and ordered his arrest. His first book of short stories was published in 1953, when he was a 22 year young student. He has been highly praised by the Urdu writers and poets for his best literary work in Urdu, Punjabi, Hindi and English. He mostly writes poems rather than ghazals. His poems are based on history, mythology or mixed culture of the West and the East.

Anand's English poem "Thus Spake The Fish" has qualified for the award in an international competion by UN sponsored committee for "Earth Preservation Day Celebration."


1. Nehru Fellowship Award for his book Promises to Keep; Ahmad Adaya
2. Urdu Markaz Award, Los Angeles
3. Shiromani Sahityakar Award by the Government of Punjab, India

Satyapal Anand's Works:

Short stories
Jeeney Key Liye
Apney Markaz Ki Taraf
Dil Ki Basti
Apni Apni Zanjeer
Patthar Ki Saleeb

Chowk Ghanta Ghar
Ishq Maut Aur Zindagi
Shehr Ka Ek Din

Urdu poetry
Dast e Barg
Waqt La Waqt
Aaney Wali Sahar Band Khirki Hai
Lahu Bolta Hai
Mustaqbil aa Mujh Se Mil
Aakhri Chattan Tak
Mujhay Kar Vida
Mere Andar Ek Samandar
Meri Muntakhab Nazmen
Byaz e Umr

Books in Hindi
Yug Ki Awaz
Painter Bawrie
Azadi Ki Pukar, Bhoori
Dil Ki Basti
Chowk Ghanta Ghar
Geet Aur Ghazles
Ghazlon Ka Guldasta

In Punjabi
Saver Dopeher Shaam
Makhu Mittha
Ghazal Ghazal Darya
Ghazal Ghazal Sagar
Ghazal Ghazal Leher
Rajneetak Chetana Ate Sutantarta Sangraam

In English
The Dream Weaver
A Vagrant Mirror
One Hundred Buddhas
If Winter Comes
Sunset Strands
Some shallow, some deep
Life's a tale

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The Return

The narrow, stony street was startled, and it spoke:
‘Perhaps it is him.'
The sunlight gently moving up, step by step,
Paused for a moment,
As if it were tired and wanted to get its breath back.
‘Is it really he who is come?'
It asked.

The wind, its strength failing like an old woman's

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