A rapport with the kurtis

It was a bored noon

And I decided to talk to my kurtis. 

They were cramped up in a wardrobe

And I gave in a slight peek. 

One of the brighter ones shrieked, 

'too bright, close the door'

Some of the regulars worried, 

'it's been ages since we saw some light'

I felt them longing for air and fresh water

Just like the locked-up me. 

I then wondered what my PJs would say, 

Those pitiable, battered yet party animals,

Totally depressed and totally envied the others.