A wisp of smoke I love to stray
O’er every moment that lay spent
In my daily funeral in ash-tray
Life is a lasting sacrament!

What’s so profound in burning on
Throughout a rite of riotous thoughts
In a game of chess without any pawn
There is no bliss in bloodless bouts!

This inferno lingered for an ages
Beyond frontiers of faith and fear
I’ve swilled the rage of outrage
Tobacco is gun-powder for Shakespeare!

Whoever left that smoking gun
Beside the mortals of Mozart
The sin of all shenanigans
A Smoldering Cigarette Is My Heart!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra