A Cigarette, The Trail Of Smokes & Poetry Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey
A Cigarette, The Trail Of Smokes & Poetry
A cigarette held into he hands
And the mind lost into,
Taking a few puffs,
The cigarette glowing red,
The ashes shaken into the ash-tray
On the table,
Poems coming to.
The cigarette shortening
To a stump, a stub
To be thrown out
And after that the child’s tryst
With smoking
To begin with
But the health hazards
Later to confront the poet.
Tuesday, December 24, 2013
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