Quit Smoking

I was tired that day,
And that heart ached in an un-fine way.

In my trouble I felt a beat un-heardly,
Then, told all this to a lady so friendly.

It went on with an un-beating that night,
A trouble and a concern for that lady of might.

Mumbled she with a small echo,
"How much do you smoke on a go?"

That anguish and those eyes,
Left no place for any noes or lies.

An illusive face in grim that he did disdain,
Becoming the very reason for his pain.

Finally, that persuasion came to a round,
"Do no bargain with me", You are my dearly found.

"You are a sinister and so be I"
"If you do not quit, then let me try."

It pricked as if a nail piercing by,
Left now nothing for me but to cry.



(C) Raj Jaipal