painted red
in the memory wall
is the Juicy call
of yester lives

young alive
the air was fresh
the sky was blue
the moon was full
the song was sweet

very touch was an imprint
very look was an albumn
very sight was a film
very taste was Superb!

when God was a Virgin
smelling innocence
and toyed with eternal sense
then smiles were sprouting
like stars in the summer skies

limbs were dancing
likes were twitching
hearts were squealing
hopes were skating

the glimmer in the eyes
the glitter in the looks
the twitter in the tone
and the butter in those fakes

buds are full of hopes
unripened seeds are
future's fruits
uncorked bottle
treasures the tastiest Eve

Dreams are made of pasts
when Age is greying fast
Tomorrows are born of yesterdays
yet, yesterdays roots of Tomorrows
water them, feed them, the dried trunk of fate............

lalitha iyer

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yesterdays-and-tomorrows/