Roshan Roy

Rookie (October,28 / Kathmandu)

Cigarette, My Friend! - Poem by Roshan Roy

I'm living to spend the life.
Happiness is once in a blue moon,
I'm smiling to conceal the pain,
Tears have become my boon.
I've found a buddy.
He's my friend, my wife.
I've to become muddy,
He's my friend, my life.
My corpse is important to the nature,
He makes my life shorter.
The minerals are important to the nature.
He makes the peace last longer.
When I get tensed,
I take him out from my pocket.
When my brain gets fenced,
I lit him with my lighter.
He never refuses my company.
I inhale his sweet peaceful breath,
He gives me pleasure of honey,
I promise to gift him my last breath.
Old dry woods would get the goal,
Fire in the body would liberate my soul.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, December 4, 2009

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