Poem-5
Injured Soul
What if he lives?
When it becomes a routine
What if he dies?
When it becomes a reason
Even both kills his dreams.
I’m only ten cm in length
Looks attractive in different colours
Were he holds me between the lips
Fires, takes in my life, result in ashes
Thus kills me in his moment of pleasure.
I’m a magician with
Extraordinary powers
That my power can take him
To the world of imagination and pleasure.
But he is a fool
Living with a bundle of hope and dreams
Fails to realize that
It’s time to end his journey
When his goals become ashes
Like the burnt cigarette
When his future fades away
Like the fumes rising from me
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