Kind Glance At A Sorrowful Ash Tray - Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The cigarette butts gather day by day
If it counts more than of his age
Like a mountain on the tray top.
I see in the darkness like a firefly
Cigarette moves here & there.
Where those circles of smoke
Gone to the sky?
Don't burn yourself
And let the life burns.
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