I took a sip from your cup
a drop of your signature potion.
Oh, you know what?
Just one is enough.
Leave a drop for the bees.
Let the honeycomb build and melt
in this sea of sweet magic!
The rest is yours as you please.

Sky is a roof
we can never touch.
Our feet stuck
on the ground
can't get rid off the dust.

Neither can we breath
without drowning
into the air.

Then we can say
every morning we can
scoop up a new sunrise!

Then there is an expiration
date set for each of us.

Gained all that in store
in the world?
But which way
is the way out?
Can anyone find
the exit time
before it comes?

What I do
   I can't do
       Without you.

Sky is vast
besides
painted in
blue opulence.
But the eyes
are on
the small earth!

There is light
at the end
of the night.
And the future
is not far
it's in the heart!

Even the pipilikas maybe
kept an ear to the ground
and heard the men on earth’s
news of the year: it works!
Pfizer-BioNTech jab is out.

Finally the Covid-19
vaccine is on our hand
life hopefully will soon be normal!

Along with everyone else me too
is absolutely over the moon
yet something I can’t forget.
Like how that came months ago
on 27 Ramadan 2020 in London.
I was still in sleep in the morning
in a dream but turned out to be real
indeed touched by lovely safest hands
promptly vaccinated me there and then.

Know not how that could key out
off the safe the trillion dollar vaccine at first!
All I know when that hands of love tie a knot
it becomes the undoable perfect circle.

When that's hand skin
shows up at night
it blooms into the first light.
When that leaves on the day
it reaches out to the stars
from the stairs of twilight!
Day in and day out
a footprint is unfound!