Love, A Prisoner Of War

The poetess bird sitting on a cage wherein love is caged as a prisoner of war. She is still singing the song of hope to keep love alive. She is a believer and she believes one day nature with air and moisture will make the grills rusty. Grills will be broken and love will set free. Love! That was created to rule a garden where there are colors and aroma of flowers but there are no swords. Love! That was defeated in a war with hate thousands of years ago, lost his kingdom to hate. Love! The innocent ruler who went in the battlefield with an army of fine arts and attacked the swords with the music of sweet melodies! No surprise he was defeated and lost his kingdom. Adieu! My love! You lost the war but you conquered the hearts. Love! Who is hopeful that one day beauty of flowers will melt the swords and he will get back his lost kingdom. Love! You are plainly innocent, you do not know the swords are now developed into nuclear weapons! Adieu My Bird! Every day, You still bring fresh flowers for the prisoner of war and you have kept the prisoner alive. As long as the prisoner is alive let us hope and sing like the bird.