Cigarette Poem by Abdulkarim Modiya

Here the pain comes again
Like the cloud seems to rain again
What am I going to gain?
Out of this internal vain

I will cry so loud out
In fact, nearly to break out
But nobody will hear me shout
My throat still burn for more stout

Hey! , Cigarette is my dear brother
Whatever you cause, I don't bother
Because nobody can arrest you for murder
Of anybody even to my own Father

Let go back to the Old age
Or let's say to the Pilgrimage
They pass drunkards to their lineage
And smoke pipes at their daughter's marriage