Love Bird Poem by Moushumi moushumi

Living on the edge of thorn tree
A mute, innocent butterfly
Only flipped the wings with
Lots of love demons:
Aspired, traveled between hell and earth
To melt all the passion of flirt;
Ready to obviate total strength;
A mortal tornado hand
Challenges the fly to risk
The love and salute demons:
“What win through at the end of love? ”
....“Can demons make the fly turn turtledove? ”
Only charm and look are to be lost.
Only a bitter home’s again to be saved.

30th Dec2008