Often he played with
Circles of smoke
He loved making circles
With the puff of cigarette.
A chain smoker, he was,
He lit another one,
Before one got over.
All warned him to stay away
But it fell on his deaf ears.
Finally, he choked his heart
Now lay as good as dead
On the bed of smokes
He puffed everyone's words in
Rings of smoke.
©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.
Geetha Jayakumar.
interesting one Geetha i love your way to tell this poem, especially how you put the message behind your words nice one
a good one with an important message to chain smokers who puff smoke in the air for enjoyment, later find themselves on bed with a sense of predicament!
Geetha, when warned this way, definitely it will have greater impact than writing a treatise on the evils of smoking! A good job!
a good poem about smoke. going up in the rings of smoke not good 10
So many lives go up in smoke Because they lack the will to say no Nicotine their nectar and coke Till its too late to stop or go slow
each ring serves as a noose around his neck.nice message.
You are good Poetess very good! ! ! ! Loved this one! ! ! !
Nice warning to all who smoke. Let life be not blown away as smoke rings. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice alarming poem for smokers.