Rings Of Smoke!

Often he played with
Circles of smoke
He loved making circles
With the puff of cigarette.
A chain smoker, he was,
He lit another one,
Before one got over.
All warned him to stay away
But it fell on his deaf ears.
Finally, he choked his heart
Now lay as good as dead
On the bed of smokes
He puffed everyone's words in
Rings of smoke.


©ALL RIGHTS RESERVED BY GEETHA JAYAKUMAR 2014
© 2014.

Geetha Jayakumar.

by Geetha Jayakumar

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