The soul which once used to pour love ,Now is all alone ,Sitting behind those bars,In search of love,Which her heart used to ponder so far..Those hands which used to cook,Those hands which even fed the little ones...Now, 'crave' for  handful of food in front of their own young ones..Throat which was famous for  its melodious lullaby,Is now lost in a 'desert of thirst'...Quest of Love in that he...