a wooden flute
whose note mud
coils of war.
a wheelchair
to cripple emotions
that can’t tread to affection’s market.
an antidote
to dreams that
have been kissed by the cobra.
a kola nut
that dies so as to pass peace
to the conscience of warring-kings.
a town crier
that adumbrate riddles of truth
to the ears of mortals.
a balm of the present
to massage
pangs of yore.
Love is simply life.
