Whenever we hear the heart bursting scream,
From the desperate human, as wife, mother and children,
Over the permanent departure of their loved ones,
To the nicotine smoke and silently brewed alcohols,
Loud thuds of cough and whistling wheezes,
Congestion in the chest and the indispensable doubts,
In the last months of their journey, they are left aloof,
With the host of illnesses to caress and take care,
Our hearts and souls mock at us for our inefficiency.
We will die one day, but not this painful way,
Full of foul smell with clogged blood vessels,
People may look healthy and shiny out ward,
While the internal organs collapse as the pile of cards,
Ban the nicotine products to save our loved ones,
Ban the nicotine products, so we can rescue our bird lings,
From the thorny nests; those like to cocoon our heart,
To bleed profusely, we can stop the early farewell,
Ban the Nicotine products worldwide.
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