the white curtains

The frills swayed in the winter sun
To behold this moment their were eyes none
Like the white washed sky.............the curtains stood still and long
It's summit reaching the panes long
The view through its translucent cloth
Was ugly and smelly both.
Small stars and balls printed on it
Gave it a sensual hit!!!

But long ago.....Fondled and caressed it was
Cleaned with brushes it was
Feeling the touch of it's divine mother's hand, it giggled
On its body stain and marks with white were mingled

It enjoyed those days
And the tiny ones playing hide and seek through it in their own ways
Keeping out the violent rays of the chariot driven sun
The curtains upright stood
Shadowing the strong panes of wood
Alas!! That was long ago and not to be
For they abandoned it , he,they and she
And the white curtains awaiting it’s beloved return
Groans and moans with pain
Unable to witness their resting in eternal bliss
Where the snakes melodiously hiss and the curtains weep and miss..