A Loon Sacrifice For Tobacco Poem by Bhavik Bamania

Eftsoons there was a man
With a poor will
As it is a bowed man
He can’t face a single evil

He don’t have might to face
The life plague
That’s why instead of face evil case
He tries to escape

But soon the time had chained
As then he was chased
Because the thorn of life
All this make him bow

Instead of to face the case
As a brave man
He try to escape
As a timid man

The entire thing had impulse
Him to lost his might
To decide what’s right? ?
So finally he decide

With a great woe
That drugs are his life
Nor Children Nor wife
Drugs are my life!

But with blind mind
Whatever he decides
Was not his life
But the way of ultimate end

Higher and higher days passés
Lower and lower his days losses
From his life
Because of poor choice

And soon the day come
When he had to face his result
He is going to sentence
For his gulit

As then his end is approaching near
He quoth with fear
Oh god! Please forgive
For my own mistake

But its too late to influence
Because no one will help thou nonsense

As then after some time
That loon died
Because he make drugs his life
His family cried

II

Oh god! Give me that power
So I can share
Make me thy spirit
Oh god! I want to blow my trumpet

Through these verse
Drive my message to universe
Don’t make drugs thy life
As one day it will ruin thee life

As Drugs is a foe
Which makes life woe!

Written on 31st May 2010