Rahul Aithal

Rookie (25th Jan 1967 / Mumbai - India)

Cigarette - Poem by Rahul Aithal

As you hold me to impress,
the first error is made,
you use me in depress,
when nerves have frayed.

You roll me with your tongue
and slowly inhale,
I will enter your lung
to break and frail.

I ease your pressure
and calm your fears,
I become your treasure
but lessen your years.

I am your breath,
you are my life,
I am your death,
will cut like a knife.

Your days start with me,
I am an addictive device,
Now you can't part with me,
as I become your vice.

on your death-bed and energy seeping,
you curse, calling me heartless,
your eyes swollen-red and weeping,
I smile, seeing you breathless.

Comments about Cigarette by Rahul Aithal

  • Allemagne Roßmann (4/20/2011 6:14:00 AM)

    well written
    smoking is a killer instinct
    smoking smokes our life away
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  • Allemagne Roßmann (4/20/2011 6:13:00 AM)

    Rauchen kann tödlich sein

    dhumpan jaanleva hai......................................................................well written
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  • (8/4/2010 1:08:00 AM)

    wonderful rahul,
    you have a good sense of imagery
    well done - keep writing and sharing
    I like your poems
    -10 anjali
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  • (1/16/2010 9:26:00 PM)

    That was awesome! Cirgarettes KILL, people! Don't underestimate them! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, December 17, 2009

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 16, 2010

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