Holding that slender stick in between two fingers br Stance of an emperor of a classy empire br The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers br One cig in hand smartens your attire br br I remember my first cig puff, br How I held its butt between my lips br An air of curiosity traveled down my core br As a friend lighted for me its tip br br The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy br And with pride I took my first puff br Smoke dint seem finding space inside br And I burst out, it made me cough br br That challenged me to attempt once again br This time I felt my smoke-filled chest br I was gagged, hooked for a moment br It was kind of a head rush… at its best! br br That whiff of smoke changed everything br Nothing seemed at its best without one puff br Did it taste that good? Hell No! br Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough? br br Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same br Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm br Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone br The moment I received ‘quench the flame' alarm! br br I am not bad, don't hate me br It's a compelling force, I can't shun away br This addiction should only not invite my grave br Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!br br Neha Godambebr br