some songs’re like distant howling of suburban trains,
evoking memories like pouring summer rains;
you don’t know how,you don’t know why the torrents flow,
they leave right in your heart a dim uncanny glow…
down some intangible rails they go,delivering mirth ,
sad spectres of forgotten faces and what not ,
and afterwards you hate to be awakened back on Earth.
last drop ,i gaze into your eyes ;oh ,please ,don’t go , don’t …