Monday, February 19, 2007

Cigratte & Me

The rise and fall in the market

Makes the dawn of a new cigarette

The old is sooner forgotten

The young is sought after --- I mean

A new brand in the market.

My life too is like a cigarette

I’m in his hands for sometime

He makes the best use of me

And leaves me for another.

My life too is getting shorter

With every puff he takes of me

The paths of GLOWRY (glory)

Lead but to a BUTT grave

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