Passive Smoking Poem by Rizwanul Islam Rudra

Seeing the dark blue clouds in the sky
Remembering childhood memories, why?
Seeing poetry books and beautiful girls
Then, catch a white rod and spread smokes...

SMoking is my favourite hobby
It is better than study
It is my busiest job to take mouth a cigarrette
And burn this like an illiterate!

I want to damage a little boy's heart
By passive smoking
And also want to damage my lungs
By dangerous shocking!

I want to make this world
Full of darkest fumes
I want to make green trees fade
And also kill our breath..

Who can stop me?
Give me an advice
Who can ditched me?
Protect the world from smoking
LIKE SPICE! ! !