Cigarette Poem by Nazima Akhter

Narrow cylinder combustible material,
Tobacco, rolled into thin paper
Mixed flavour
Remain touched like a best friend
Watch a cigarette
See perfect type of pleasure,
But it burn holes in your pocket
Split innocent lives
Buy a cigarette
Keeps the doctor with pay
Kills live men and get rid of everything
Burn it to light
Taste different pleasure
Inhale a cigarette
Smell the perfume of dead
Slowly kissing your lungs
And heart breaks with every step
Learn a classy way to commit suicide
Know he's not a friend.