Hey man! Spare a second
Answer me.Put down your hand
Why are you injuring?
You, me, our folks and everything?
Can you exhale a good breath?
Or can i inhale a good breath?
Let your conscience prick you
For your family has leaned on you
Let not your health be spoilt
Let not your folks cry on coffin pit
Remind yourself of your wedlock vows
To remain moral to your dear spouse
Smoky SOLOMON! i can't see you
Put it out.Cloudy smokes around you
Are you fiery? feared? get away
Before that devil clamps, run away
Count down your cigar to nil
Not your life to nil
Do not get smoked being smoky
Let your family with you be lucky
Obviously one for the fASHista. Very self-rightious. But also highly amusings. Ta!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good poem written in a language which will reach out to men. Well modulated, cutting tone, summarized in points, step by step touching all aspects of life which gets affected by the habit of smoking.