Friday, January 28, 2011

the blue curtains

Blue Curtain

The blue curtains
Years hanging like wasted souls
Nobody cares to know
Day and night it stands

The year of the beginning
When things were new smell the aroma
Of the freshness wrapped in plastics
Once it was taken up it was the hangman's noose

For years waiting for its turn
The colour fading the zest of imaginative life
It sways by the soft wind and the whirring fan
Until the appeal court sends the blue curtains elsewhere

Today it was brought down
Finally the blue curtains change of windows
It will be sent to another home
A prisoner of nobody's around

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