सलोनी चावला
“I continued my beat,
while you enjoyed your puffs :
it was bad !
You played with the puffs
and they played with you :
it was sad !
For your life to continue,
I tolerated a few.
I worked harder day by day –
as the puffs narrowed my many a pathway.
Your health lowered its gear,
but you didn’t the least care !
All my signals you ignored;
You just kept on getting lured.
With your breath as heavy
as a winter fog,
My beat as fast
as a horse’s gallop,
With a dilapidated horn
sounding much as your voice,
Your personality now,
was only Your Choice !
The doctor said, “Stop !
Start a morning jog.”
But your ears were closed
like the shutters of a shop.
Those close to you
also bore the brunt,
for they were enveloped
in passive smoke.
The poisons you embraced
gripped my neighbor and friend-
as you got diagnosed
with “Cancer of the Lung”.
For once I ached
of an Oxygen lack –
not long before
a massive Heart attack !
The cure came safe – true,
but gifted you –
a living corpse within you.
Trapped now you are
in your self – built jail :
each breath imprisoned,
despair set out on bail.
Nurtured you –
my friend and I for years,
And you – strangulated
both of us my dear !
Do you realize – how
a train hearty and hale,
because of vision blindfolded,
can set out to derail ?
Wish this drowning ship
could teach all those on shore !
For, only fools way to learn
from blunders of their own”.
Composed by Saloni Chawla
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