O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN!!

A cigarette in my hand,
helping me to understand.
I say the words with no regret:
“This is my LAST CIGARETTE.”

By Vedanta Anagha (Mayank Tripathi)


Note: Title is poem, LAST CIGGERATE. This two words are alone able to create whole poetry in it.

I keep a ciggerate in my pocket
Even though I quit a long time ago
It's half smoked
I **** on the filter whenever something happens to get my nerve
It's somewhat like a relic from the past
That haunts me