Corona

That night,

Like the corona beer.

A small foam fumed in my heart.

Its not in the same style as the king fisher beer.

Corona is different.

Just one quarter of bottle.

Powerful than one full.

Distilled and then filtered,

Filtered ones filtered again.

Kept in the wine pot for many years.

One fine day, I open that pot.

The pot of words,

She started flowing like a froth.

Across the seven seas.

As corona….