Two men
in the street
Walk past each other,
Neither friends nor foes
Complete strangers to another.
Walk past each other,
Neither friends nor foes
Complete strangers to another.
One, man
of the world
You could say by his gait,
The other with shabby clothes
Left his destiny to fate.
The other with shabby clothes
Left his destiny to fate.
The rich
man slows his pace
As if searching for some stuff,
Realizes he has the cigarettes
But no lighter to puff...
No gentlemen around him
Realizes he has the cigarettes
But no lighter to puff...
No gentlemen around him
seem to
have a lighter...
Not even
a match stick
His luck
not so brighter.
Then he
sees the other man
with a
cigarette in his hand,
now
squatting by the roadside
making
circular smoky bands.
His
vanity beckons him
But not
more than a second,
Walking
up to the poor man
He asks
for a helping hand.
Alas,
says the poor man
no more
matches with me,
But the
one I am smoking
Can light
yours, if u agree.
As the
ends meet, amber glow
Each
inhale the air and let go...
With a
satisfied grin,
their
eyes meet each other,
As though
to say
you’re my
nicotin brother
That they
were no friends
now one
can hardly tell..
They
smile, even shake hands
Old
differences dispell
Whats in
a cigarette
That a
stranger becomes friend,
A mere
exchange of puff
And all
barriers transcend.
A cup of
coffee
And
cigarette in hand,
Seem to
make things work
Than a
great magic wand.
Just a
couple of minutes
In any
smoking zone,
Brings
together people
One has
never known.
What’s in
a cigarette
A simple
white roll,
That so
many are
under its
complete control.
Wowow!!! I wish I was a smoker!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteSabika Abid25 October 2014 03:54
ReplyDeleteNice perspective. The only positive side to smoking and brings the unlikely together.