Vikram G. Aarella


00 - With Cigarettes In My Hand - Poem by Vikram G. Aarella

With cigarettes in my hand
I felt like a man,
with each puff I took
closer to death, I ran.

Cigarettes, each one I
lit fire and let burn,
I could feel the kick
making my head turn.

Tobacco wrapped up thin
and held in paper,
flicking in my mouth
made me feel safer.

Each molecule of Nicotine
that entered my brain,
soothed my body and
took away the strain.

But I have to pay the price
for the pleasures of fag,
I will soon be weak
for fresh air, i will gag.

My lungs will be burnt
by the soot and smoke,
My heart will be clogged
and I might have a stroke.

My skin might wrinkle
I might soon look old,
small mistakes added, will
put my life on hold.


Comments about 00 - With Cigarettes In My Hand by Vikram G. Aarella

  • Raj Arumugam (7/29/2009 4:07:00 AM)


    good advice
    written well
    and readable
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  • (7/23/2009 12:41:00 PM)


    It must be very difficult for you to keep cigarette in your hand all the time to feel like a man... : P~~

    btw what you feel like when you are not holding cigarettes?

    hahaha

    P.S: good poem.
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  • (12/7/2008 11:30:00 AM)


    a social message needs to go far and wide.... (Report) Reply

  • (12/11/2007 11:41:00 AM)


    A poem which carries a strong message.'with ciggarettes in hand...... closer to death, I ran' I love the way it reads. (Report) Reply

  • (12/5/2007 9:02:00 PM)


    now this is a tenner from me.....intelligent penning...with an extremely thoughtful msg..... (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 5, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, April 28, 2011


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