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,
Into an ADDICTION.
sigh… that’s how it always happens…
this made for a great read Rashmi 🙂
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:)
beautiful write up & well described dellima of smoker life
Thanks for stopping by!:)
This is very nice portrayal. thank god i am never tried it!
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Good don’t ever try it!
A warning poem for addictive smokers.Vivid description!
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Thank you Subha 🙂
I have many such people in my circle, will ensure each of them reads this.
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I wrote it for one such friend! Hope it helps atleast one.Thanks for stopping by Atul.
Habit turns into addiction..good one Rashmi 🙂
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Thanks for stopping by Deepa:)