My smoker Friend!

He created rings with every puff,

Everyone, cheered in joy,

The way he blew the smoke into the air,

Made everyone hoot.

It was all for fun,

No harm intended,

Soon the fun, became,

A stress buster, a habit.

Now people call him a smoker,

He burns his lungs everyday.

People, no more cheer,

Instead shout out in fear.

Now he can barely breathe,

let alone make the rings.

Coughing his lungs out heavily,

Sure, not in style.

It all started with a no,

Soon turning into a yes,

And a habit, turning,


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12 thoughts on “My smoker Friend!

    • Thanks Archana. I believe anything done again and again becomes a habit,good or bad. We should always have a keen watch on our own actions. Have a great weekend:)

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