( 24) The Red carpet.

(24) The red carpet
The red carpet on the shining mosaic floor,
overpowers my dull eyes,
the dazzling variety of designs and woven
velvet threads on the edges,
ornamental and flowery as tales,
of romance carved on the ancient urn,
do they convey forgotten folk tales?
or the carpet weaver’s nightlong folk toil,
of agonizing plight or a wailing note,
of visitors seated on the carpet,
during festivals ,occasions significant?
The carpet wails, ” I carry the dust,
as the beautiful rose would thorn,
I carry this glitter and glamour,
I am folded and unfurled as a flag.
I am crushed and trampled upon
I am use d as a domestic servant,
in all pomp and splendour,
in my use I am being abused.
I curse the weaver and the user.”