I have taken the title of this poem from one of Shakeapeare's sonnets.


Remembrance of Things Past


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.'




Poetry by Sofiul Azam
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Written on 2006-02-22 at 13:44

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wee2souls
how you write as it
comes natural...
such a writer you are!
love this line:
"and see in my hallucinations
the toys
of my childhood OH! thats the
rememberance of things past

loved this :)
cindy
2006-08-11