Vishal Dutia

Smoke snakes silently between lips,
As the smoker takes their tiny sips,
Inhaling toxins, tar, and fumes,
Their health declining, their life resumes.

The habit’s grip is strong and tight,
As the smoker takes another bite,
Of the addiction that controls their mind,
Leaving loved ones far behind.

The smoke snakes swirl and dance around,
As the smoker’s health is tightly bound,
To the habit that they can’t break free,
Their future dark, they cannot see.

© VishalDutia