I Do Not Smoke, But Their Smokes Make Me Smoke Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

I Do Not Smoke, But Their Smokes Make Me Smoke



I do not smoke
But the smokes smoking from
Their cigars
Make me smoke,
The trails of smoke
Twirling up above,
The cigar held in between
The fingers,
Puffed with style,
Embers blazing,
Ashes shaken off.

On seeing them
I too want to smoke,
Smoke a cigar.

Wednesday, December 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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