My Yesterdays
My yesterdays were bubble like
And they broke before I were to hold them.
Those days had the flicker of the Venus
And I thought they would last for sometime.
My yesterdays were ice-cream like
And they melted before I were to have them.
Those days had the flavour of my mother`s breast milk
And I dreamed I would taste it for some years.
My past was fleeting like a rocket
Unto the skies of my uncompromising present.
In the corridors of the ghostly edifice that sans a solace
I long to see my yesterdays dead or alive.
Who will take me to that past of Utopia?
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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