Can’t complain I can taste the Biriyani masala. I can breathe, but in doubt. Can’t complain yet. I got the first jab. I can spray, pump and squeeze My orange-scented sanitiser Can’t complain. I can be choosy about brands and dispensers and ask “Alexa, find me an orange-scented sanitiser!” Of Hyper ventilation and panic attacks Young Rithwik is panting. Can’t complain, I can breathe. 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 sobbed in solitude. Can’t complain. I see 99 on the oximeter. But he’s gone. The professor failed at it. O2 is nowhere 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 wor...