I am a child and my favourite smell is smoke of a white stick,
Little thicker than my pencil, not so long,
My teacher is enjoying the act of smoking in the teacher room,
My teacher is my ideal as he is Supreme and so satisfied while throwing off a cloud of smoke, nothing can give so much pleasure to anyone.
I feel excited, one day I can also enjoy the white stick and throw smoke with full pleasure.
I grew up and now eligible to decide my own choice.
Now the white stick of childhood is known as Cigarette,
when I hold my Cigarette between my two fingers it's gives me the confidence of smartness and visa to the youth world.
My drinks do not give complete satisfaction without a puff of cigarettes.
When I wake up in the morning, it's gives start-up kick for the whole day.
During my day's work, when I feel exhausted, only my best friend is my cigarette.
when I light my cigarette to take a puff, it gives me an energy boost to my work again in full speed.
A cigarette is now my part of life, any time is the best time to smoke and the best combination is a glass of drink or a cup of coffee.
I am so addicted that no one may think of me without my favourite cigarette brand in my lip.
My food is digested only after a round of smoke.
My life goes on and without consuming a few packages in a day, it's an incomplete day.
I might have smoke so much which can cover a city like a morning fog.
One day I was coughing...