A Cigarette-Smoker's View Of The World Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

The world as
Only smokes, smokes
Swirling, swirling and going,
The cigarette lit,
Embers lighting,
Smokes circling around,
Fuming and going off.

A few puffs taken,
Inhaled and exhaled,
Smokes coming out
Of the mouth and the nose,
Sometimes the burning butt
Taken inside
To keep the embers lighting,
The lips closed
And taken out to enjoy
The momentum.

Smokes, smokes,
Smokes,
Smokes, only smokes
Filling the site,
The windscreen getting blacker,
The wind shield within,
The mica plates
Of the heart,
And he smoking oblivious of that
As for style.

A smoker he
Smoky is his world,
Life and view,
Smoke, smoke, smoke,
Only smoke
And nothing
In his life,
A cigarette-smoker he
Smoking cigars
One after another.

With a cigarette on the lips
He trying to get it lit
After making it touch
The burning cigarette
Of his friend
Who but another smoker
With a cigarette on the lips
He trying to smoke it
Without lighting with a match.

Sometimes on the lips,
Sometimes into the fingers
Held in between,
Sometimes smacking ti,
Taking the puffs,
Puffing and going,
Going and puffing out,
Puffing in.

Burning,
Burning and lighting,
Smoking and shaking,
He trailing the ashes
Into the ash-tray
He taking the delight
Oblivious of,
forgetful of
The hazards of smoking.