painted red <br />in the memory wall <br />is the Juicy call <br />of yester lives <br /> <br />young alive <br />the air was fresh <br />the sky was blue <br />the moon was full <br />the song was sweet <br /> <br />very touch was an imprint <br />very look was an albumn <br />very sight was a film <br />very taste was Superb! <br /> <br />when God was a Virgin <br />smelling innocence <br />and toyed with eternal sense <br />then smiles were sprouting <br />like stars in the summer skies <br /> <br />limbs were dancing <br />likes were twitching <br />hearts were squealing <br />hopes were skating <br /> <br />the glimmer in the eyes <br />the glitter in the looks <br />the twitter in the tone <br />and the butter in those fakes <br /> <br />buds are full of hopes <br />unripened seeds are <br />future's fruits <br />uncorked bottle <br />treasures the tastiest Eve <br /> <br />Dreams are made of pasts <br />when Age is greying fast <br />Tomorrows are born of yesterdays <br />yet, yesterdays roots of Tomorrows <br />water them, feed them, the dried trunk of fate............<br /><br />lalitha iyer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterdays-and-tomorrows/
