A burning cigar
Into the hands
Can never turn one
Into a hero,
As the young men think it to be
With a burning cigar
Held into the hands
As it happens in Bombay only.
Oh, that misguided youth
Unemployed and jobless,
How will he keep taking,
Oh, that immature brain,
How will he,
it will be complete black out
Of his heart and the lungs!
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