(Approaching, No tobacco day)
Pale faced sit at the radiologist's den,
eyeing him scribble a Montblanc pen.
Pondering days as a macho man
bare regard for the smoking ban
Delightful puff after a belly brunch.
Crushing packs in amusing scrunch.
Awe struck watch the luring adds.
Tobacco ones then carry home wads.
Take you pride in the trick and flick.
Single handed jerk and fancy slick.
Misplaced passion, you kiss the stub.
For mindless arson, you have a club.
Buy fancy tit-bits for the scourge.
A wilting wife who needs more rouge.
Lit up fags on the barest hunch.
Care a fig for the angel bunch.
A gift, little ones, to this world.
How they smile, asleep an curled.
These flowers; pl don’t hurt no more.
Let the air they breathe be pure.
Care an shield the expectant ones.
Stop spewing circles an your puns.
Allow your elders fresh air to breathe
Already for air they long and seethe
Off the bus and everyone heaves.
Wish he’s gone an forever leaves.
Scant your regard for their sighs.
Deep down burn their smarting eyes.
Pain and strain your friendly tie.
Till, you from cancer, one day die.
(Islamabad) ,
(May 21,2009)
saadat tahir
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