Love, A Prisoner Of War Poem by Akhtar Jawad

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.