::- Cigar -::

It burns slow
With a dim glow
And its smoke
Comes out your nostrils
Taking a hold over you
Slow
Slow
Slow.

And you urge to inhale
And keep it enclosed
For a time that grow
As it reaches to its end
Slow
Slow
Slow.

' I like it's taste'
You tell yourself,
' its soft..rhythmic..romantic'
And you inhale again
Slow
Slow
Slow
For you want to enjoy it
And you kiss it
With a rare passion
As it reaches its end
Slow
Slow
Slow
Reducing your moments
Faster with its glow.

You know it all
You have read it on its cover
And you sit idle when its over
Wishing for another one
' it was my last,
I wont smoke again.'
You remind yourself silently
Though you know
You wont follow.

Its addiction.

By-Vinod

--
regards: Vinod Jadhav
" www.tujhyasathikavita.blogspot.com "