Sip And Nicotine - Poem by Sharad Chandra
A loving husband, loving father
caring and concerned was Bhaskar
a good man, pliant, and polite
easy-going yet unyielding
about his sip and nicotine.
It was no question of style,
plain young-age indulgence
with age came diabetes,
jaundice, liver complications
misadventure’s avowed companions
habit became addiction
pleasure, a compulsion
and we lost him,
we lost him forever.
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