Some More Cigarettes Please. . .



Laying in pain, on the corners of Road,
Without any serious sense of shyness,

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Also sitting sometimes near the balcony,

Thinking about You, And The Fate.




With this white smoke all around my face,
AndΒ  A Cigarette in my hand, And even many more packets of cigarettes,
with a lighter to put fire.
Closing my eyes , and taking the smoke inside my body,

Mixing it with my respiratory organs and destroying them ,

With my eyes filled with tears and all colored in red.




Smoking it like we breathe for living ,
Craving for it like kids do for food.

But Loosing Hopes ofΒ  Living a life.

Ignoring the Dangers involved in it, 
As every next choke of smoke gives some artificial goodness,
with lots and lots of worries. Everything seems disappearing slowly.

I know It's like a self destruction.
I know there is nothing like heroism in it.
I know it's not good for health,
Yes of course It's not magical.
It is not a healer not even a pain killer.
It's just that I am terribly addicted to it,
It will kill me someday,
May be with more pain than what I have now,
It may be unbearable for me then,
But still I want some more..
Some More Cigarettes Please.
,

**Fictional & And I Don’t Smoke.

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**Smoking is Injurious to Health.

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