My First Cig Puff

Holding that slender stick in between two fingers Stance of an emperor of a classy empire The curvy wavy smoke in air lingers One cig in hand smartens your attire I remember my first cig puff, How I held its butt between my lips An air of curiosity traveled down my core As a friend lighted for me its tip The lit cigarette brightened my ecstasy And with pride I took my first puff Smoke dint seem finding space inside And I burst out, it made me cough That challenged me to attempt once again This time I felt my smoke-filled chest I was gagged, hooked for a moment It was kind of a head rush… at its best! That whiff of smoke changed everything Nothing seemed at its best without one puff Did it taste that good? Hell No! Then why doesn't puff after puff seem enough? Soon my hands, mouth, clothes smelled the same Seasons didn't matter, time did no harm Every time I rushed to a clandestine zone The moment I received ‘quench the flame’ alarm! I am not bad, don’t hate me It’s a compelling force, I can’t shun away This addiction should only not invite my grave Be my honest well-wisher, for me pray!