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