The war

If the world trembles

from distant fire and steel,

and the price of living

rises like a quiet tide,

I will not count the cost first

I will count the faces I love.

The sound of war

may never reach our streets,

but it travels in other ways

in petrol signs changing overnight,

in rice measured more carefully,

in the silence between worries

we do not say out loud.

And still

in this small home,

in this soft light of ordinary days,

there is something stronger

than all the noise of the world.

You.

If fear comes,

let it find me standing

not unafraid,

but unwilling to let it steal

what matters most.

I will learn, adjust, endure.

I will stretch every ringgit,

shield every moment,

hold this life steady

as long as I can.

Because even if the world shifts,

even if the ground feels uncertain

love is still here.

And as long as it is,

we are not lost.