Man’s life is a cigarette,
Starts with a fire,continues with the smoke,
And ends up with the ashes.
Leaving the filter behind,with the paper:
Memories of filter have no end-
How the people smoked in,
Leaving behind the past,burnt n brown–
With traces of white & flashes of peace,
Totally alone and allof;lieing somewhere,
Having no expectations,
Or carrying any dreams;
WASTED N LEFT…….
Still the man goes for the next,
The another:-
To face the same fate,the same end..

Why are you smoking man.You have more work left to do other than smoking.Are you among the Herd of Common People who are having the same fate?then change yourself.Come out of them.Think something different,Think something bigger.ya ,I know what are you thinking.That you are loosing something.But belive me….you will get what you deserve.Whatever be …All the best