THE CHAIN SMOKERS
The day I entered this university, I felt goose- bumps,
It was exciting, it was great.
The moment, I crossed the lake and reached the back gate,
I knew someway or other, that environment would
Seal my fate.........
The 1st year went well with ease,
We gelled together within ourselves and there was
No one to tease.
2nd year came, in our lives, in walked the
demons,
They taught with a delight as they had got each and
every right
To preach the sermons....
The slope of the mountain appeared steeper, to climb
that
We needed a rope.
We guys hoped against the hope and
DECIDED TO DOPE....
We thought that to be an easier way to proceed and
let that burden on our shoulders to elope.
Within the premises,
who the hell takes care to be
Religious as “PRIEST”
and as sacred as “POPE”.....?
At the beginning, when we smoked,
Our minds provoked & the throats got choked.
Soon we realise this and the sooner, we decided to
quit
But virtues went for a toss whenever a cigarette was
lit.
The hopes got dashed and the efforts went in vain,
The sanity in
the soul was erased,
“THE BOND” got stronger
and formed a chain.
That “IMMORTAL
GOD” played a trick.
We did not realise, when the momentum got shifted and
Time passed quick.
Finally, a day will come when we,
THE
CHAIN SMOKERS will depart
and that strong BOND
will break or rather be torn apart.
The life keeps moving, sometimes, it will be smooth,
sometimes rough,
Each and every one of us will have his full quota of
cigarette,
No more fights will take place for that “LAST PUFF”.
