A Cigar Burning, Smoking, Fuelling Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

A cigar burning,
Burning
And you smoking,
Smoking
Holding the butt
In between the fingers,
Smoking,
Smoking and thinking,
Thinking

And shaking off the ashes,
Ashes
And the stub,
The stub to be thrown off,
Thrown off
To be crushed under the boot

But the smokes,
Smokes trailed and curled it beautifully
And was a sight to see
After your lighting of the cigar
With a lighter
And it taking time
To be ignited
And it smoking and glowing
And you taking puffs

But the last, not the least,
Have you forgotten the statutory warning,
Cigarette smoking is injurious to health,
Smoke, smoke you, but keeping within a limit?