I say I'm addicted of smoke
Though no cigarettes is in my poke
As some say I have no stroke.
They claim I smoke on the road
May be I did it twice in the mod
I'll never say 'No', as I'm broad.
Being interested they ask me Why
I say 'Let me drink, I'll not die! '
Hence they say 'Never bid Good-bye'.
But I think they love me well
So I must abide by what they tell
As they and I, together we dwell.
I say I did it not to hurt them
I know our deed is our emblem
Curved on life as beautiful hem.
Its a promise to them, worthy-
I must put on a dress of apathy
To show myself as a man, pithy.
So let me drink for a while
Perhaps you know I have a mile
Yet to cross, to make you ever smile.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to make you ever smile, I like it, thanks..