I'll puff you like a cigarette
out of my sight
before smokes fade
your name would degrade
You are just a eraser without pencil
Without me useless utencil
Thrown out, drawn away
Smokes beg me the air to stay
Still, puffs move grey
Life leads the way
Hunter has a hundred eyes
Yet the world is dark
There is no clue no mark
all eagle eyes go blind
Just the smoke remains similar kind
Suffocating in dust storm
Dragged out of day dream
Smoke suffers in smile
I'll puff you like a cigarette
out of my sight
Life is late
Flames diminish smokes stay
Pleasure vanishes, and pain stays
yet I'll puff you like a cigarette
out of my sight
About the Creator
Karun
🌿✨ Karun, a poet weaving emotions into verses, embarked on the journey of words to unearth the beauty of feelings. In the delicate dance of ink and emotion, my poetry delves into the nexus of the human heart and the natural world.✍️
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