The Smoker's Paradise... Poem by nupur singhal

they'd ask him, what's in a smoke?
burning light, why the pleasure arise?
the answer, unsatisfactory, he'd give..
for what's unanswerable, is unquestionable.

flickering of the ash, what does it symbolize?
well, to the smoker, it's his paradise.
the fumes arise, what do they take?
they defy the gravity, presumably take away the pain.

the burning sensation, kills..
is there any reason to live...
for what's in a smoke, they'd ask..
the spectrum to life, undefined.

the charred remains of each day's living,
fall with each flickering, it appears..
reality different from appearance,
the laws of nature, do we abide?

then why question what's not justified,
the smoker knows not, what'z mystified.
unable to comprehend, the answers..
then let it away, with fumes, as they arise..

things not justified, things that are mystified,
life has innumerable queries,
who'd go in search of them,
the smoker, or him who tries to rectify..

no one knows the answer,
the day the mystery solves...
all would be hopping, jeering,
in the smoker's paradise...