Somewhere but not here

Tea breaks,
the perks of a bike ride.
A tea stall on the highway
is like the navel of a belly dancer.
The one at Chhaygharia Mor is famous for its lemon tea,
a steam of lemon leaf and clove
that builds a dam against the road's long thoughts.
Stopping there, I saw a signboard pointing toward
Indira Model Govt. Primary School.
What's Indira doing in Satkhira? I wondered.
Somewhere but not here—
these narrow lanes call me to wander.
Sometimes I go even,
just to discover—it leads me to the same village
where jealousy fuels the everydays. 
For me—it's like an attractive distant woman
a thousand efforts to draw near,
only to find out—
it's all the same.
And in that moment, a ghost of a song:
arriving somewhere but not here.

Md Mehedi Hasan teaches English at North Western University, Khulna.