At every sunset
when cars in the metropolis
run -
wheeled beetles
fast crawling
on the streets,
yes, I look deeper
into the gloom
of my heart,
and see in
my hallucination
the toys
of my childhood:
oh! that's
the 'remembrance
of things past.'
Sofiul Azam
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/remembrance-of-things-past/
