You Stay for a Stranger

I don't have my home.
Our war was not decisive. My
words would protect you with ripples.

Later on narcissism harbours
pain. You unveil the roofless house.
Black birds would come to drop.

The mirror shows the Achilles
heel. How will you dance when the moon
comes to congratulate your collapse?

When homes are destroyed and become roofless moon comes to congratulate your pain. Nice description of war torn area.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003