Not Again Poem by prabhakar bhatlekar

I lingered through the lanes.
Lanes crisscrossing lanes.
The bright sun casting
dark shadows of old buildings
against hot road.
Trees, quite and drowsy
in this old sleepy aria.
Searchingly I looked everywhere,
for what I didn't know.
I went on till the dead end
to the unkempt playground
with broken barbwire compound.
I turned and walked towards
main road with crazy traffic.
A bus arrived but I let it go.
I turned and looked at the lane
branching from the main road
going to the labyrinth of lanes.
Another bus left.
For long I looked for nothing.
I don't know when
I turned and whispered
"Not again"