Usha Pisharody

Rookie (India)

Carcinoma - Poem by Usha Pisharody

My hand stretches out

Unbiddingly -
to reach for the long slim


Shaking fingers

burn it to life;
scorching it
crumbling it to ashes

taking its breath away
to make me feel.

The white cloud
streams free -
after capture in
rotting lungs.

I know-
I know-
My time has come
as it meant to
Crushed out like the
last remains of a long
slim cigarette;

The hot orange
stifled to grey ash.

And still I do it.
Dear god -
Still I do it.

7 March, '84

Comments about Carcinoma by Usha Pisharody

  • (5/20/2008 5:48:00 AM)

    Smokers should post this poem on their walls to warn them of CARCINOMA! High marks. (Report) Reply

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  • (5/18/2008 9:43:00 AM)

    This one touched my heart, truth is picturasied in realistic words, a hobby to habit to addiction and offer life at the cost price, a message to all those cross lines, great poem (Report) Reply

  • (4/7/2008 6:34:00 AM)

    Love your poem, Usha. Wonderful (if resigned) ending. You've captured the predicament as effectively as the toxic tobacco has captured you!

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  • (4/6/2008 11:19:00 PM)

    the plight and mental torture of a smoker brought out very well.... (Report) Reply

  • Mark Nwagwu (4/6/2008 5:16:00 AM)

    carcinoma did you say? and strill i do it/dear God -/still i do it. Plese try, don't do it. carcinoma is serious business. a poem about the darkness of smoke (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

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