He stuck a fag between his lips,
Striking the lighter to it.With red hot flames so apparent,
He seemed like a perfect addict.
He put on fire his part by part
Surrounding himself with smoke
Reducing life span with every puff
No longer was he a living bloke.
From dashing to ashing he turned himself
Striking his cigar in an awful grin...
He smelt like coal, polluting air
Carrying loads of ashes within.
---- Rupali
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