4 Minutes Of Introspection Poem by Rupinder Chandel
4 Minutes Of Introspection
As she lights the white stick, takes a drag of it-
Frowzy squall of smoke,
laced with pangs of conscience
wriggles out of her rosy lips,
into the nipping air.
Each puff, leaves her wheezing
Ruminating on losing her grip on reality
Ash falls unobserved
Fire, consuming both of them
She smokes it down till the end
Zaps it, with an authoritative flick
Ash tray- brimmed with cigarette butts.
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