Truth of All Pains

You are eating me
away, inch by inch in broad daylight.
A dying lamp still sits on the water.

The moon drops the blur light.
Do you know how the house breaks without
war? The prince lives in a wax palace.

The last tears have dried
up. The lies are rising in balloons.,
and the sky is coming down.

In spite of facing hardship there is still light at the end of the tunnel (hope). When the governance is vulnerable it is natural that the house will perish. There is gradual deterioration in the situation. As usual the poet might be referring to war on Ukraine.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003