Can't complain

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.