Doctor warned, “Your liver will strangle –
If you do not stop this habit”.
“That flower fell off long ago”
“I might lose you if you hang on with this habit”
“I already lost myself” I declared.
Next turn was my friend who is a story writer.
“I can’t see you as a character who smokes”
“You better do not have this protagonist in your tale”
She whispered, “Your lips have become black”
I announced, “Not even a kiss with fag smell is available”
“Why are you deteriorating yourself” inquiry from Jinu.
“Just because, I don’t know how to spoil others”. My answer.
“K S R T C buses which arrived late taught me smoking”
A stranger said.
“I lighted a cigarette for the initial time, just for some light”.
My response with realization.
“They shout that you are a chain smoker”
My sister’s version.
“There will be no smoke without fire”
A board in the hospital was engraved.
“No smoking here”.
“Everything else is allowed?
“God will not pardon suicidal behavior”.
That was from Parish Priest.
I could say this much.
“Clouds are created from God’s cigar”
In this night filled with solitude,
God, let me have a fag which has soul and
Let me reach out to clouds.
Written By: KUZHUR WILSON
Translation : Aju Abraham