Can’t complain I can taste the Biriyani masala. I can breath but in doubt. Can’t complain yet. I got the first jab. I can spray, pump and squeeze my orange scented sanitizer Can’t complain . I can be choosy of brands and dispensers and ask “Alexa, find me an orange scented sanitizer!” Of Hyper ventilation and panic attacks young Rithwik is panting. Can’t complain, I can breath. He is just 21! But my grandpa left us. Can’t complain he was 86. Still my Amma's house smells of his shirt. Can’t complain. I’m home. Aunt Laali is in quarantine her beloved in the ICU both sobbing in solitude. Can’t complain. I see 99 on oximeter. But he’s gone. The professor failed at it. O2 is no where in the air! Rose’s son would turn Three at least When I’d visit him unmasked. Can’t complain. I can double tap their feeds and reels of birthday blasts. Can’t complain. I can tune this lyric publish and await likes. Can’t complain Of love, Of art, the world hasn't drowned ever.