How long will it take, for that day to arrive
When the first thing you offer a tired guest
Will be a hug or a handshake
And not a sanitizer instead?
When will we sit around plates with feast
And fight with our spoons to dig into treats
Sip from cups without any fear
Of infecting or getting infected, again.
When will we have our sleepover nights
With all four friends cuddling in one bed
Inching in more closer to hear better
The more controversial, the topic gets.
When will we stop buying colour coded masks
And start flashing our yellow smiles?
When will life be normal again,
And when will we be our abnormal selves...?
