Why am I looking strangely beautiful
With galore-color masks on my sneezy nose
When my eyes look more glassy vigilant striking
Speaking everything over from the detective mask
Why am I feeling so immaculate
With more and more of sanitizers on my dusty hands
When I am like a valore to defeat any virus
Standing arms length with a suspected gesture
With a web-series on Netflix With my favorite dish on plate
With a throwback hilly-view from the window
With a hand on the game board hidden on the attic
With a sight into the album thrown into a cornered shelf
Memorising the years back moments
Remembering the once lived habits
Oh! there is a good out of the bad bug
Oh! there is a gig out of the Corona nag
