The Prime Ministerial bungalow is deserted, the security staff suddenly appears excessive and inside 7, Race Course Road, Prime Minister Atal Behari Vajpayee brushes aside a list his aide holds up for him. It’s perhaps a list of people scheduled to meet him tomorrow. ‘‘Why does he want to meet me now?’’ Vajpayee asks, referring to a senior bureaucrat. There is no need for an answer to this question. Days before he officially steps down as Prime Minister, Vajpayee’s mood is sombre, melancholic. Breaking his public silence on his shock defeat, he tells The Indian Express: ‘‘Kuch tajjub to hua ki kya ho gaya yeh (I was somewhat amazed, as to how did all this happen) We were expecting 30 in UP, we were banking on it to take our tally up.’’ Now that the results have sunk in, he’s looking forward. After the swearing-in, he says, possibly this week, he has decided to move for a few days to his cottage in Manali. An ex-Prime Minister will then play the poet away from the heat—not many in his party would have that luxury. Asked by The Indian Express if he had written a poem for this occasion, for these circumstances, he thinks hard. After a pause longer than his usual one, he recites a para: Do din mile udhaar mein,Ghate ke vyapaar mein,Kshan-kshan ka hisaab joroon ya punji sesh lootaoon mai?Rah kaun si jaaoon mai? (Two days, on loan, is all I’ve earnedIn a bargain already lost:Do I take stock of each moment or do I squander what little remains?What road should I go down?) The poem he recited to Express