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.
Rauchen kann tödlich sein dhumpan jaanleva hai......................................................................well written
wonderful rahul, you have a good sense of imagery well done - keep writing and sharing I like your poems -10 anjali
That was awesome! Cirgarettes KILL, people! Don't underestimate them!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well written smoking is a killer instinct smoking smokes our life away