What's in a cigarette???

Two men in the street
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 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

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.