Smokers - a poem by Bishwash

Written by Bishwash Bhandari

Smokers smoke to satisfy themselves
But they disturb the living organs
Inside them.

Smokers smoke to overcome their grief
But they develop poison unknown.
Smokers smoke in public areas.
Thinking it to be their partner.
But not know it’s their enemy.
And when a smoker is laid up.

He has no friends,
No smoke,
No style,
But poisoned and shortened life
With no passion
Say ‘No’ to smoking and save yourself
And then upcoming generation