The Brain Smokes Poem by Subrata Ray

Brain Smokes
Smokes from the brain,
Can produce no grain,
But the garbage of reason.

Why schooling with no heart?
And sense of sharing,
Why not a farmer's cultivating.

Ambitions' class room,
Brides and grooms,
Manipulation of the cheats!

Better not the outlaws!
Than forced democracy's claws,
Alarming threats and panics

Cancer -sense and feeling!
No doctor dare healing,
O yes -you are willing!