Locked Door Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

So many things happened here
but I had already gone.
The lock on the door
gathered dust.
Days passed, people lost
That's true, after long,
many times I returned here
hoping for the door be open
but it remained locked.
I don't understand
why many times my feet
dragged me there
and now am forgetting the
reason for coming.
The newness of the area
baffling and strange.
Everything seemed destined.
Then I decided not to come again
and began dreaming of my
visiting the area again
...and again-for no reason.
with people lost, lost memory
but it was fun to meet
thedusty lock on the door
in the dream.