"The Unlit Cigarette"
Puffed the cigarette
Held between his lips
In the cold night of the snowy Christmas.
Stood beside the frozen lake,
Beneath the bridge of the black secrets.
He was lost in the murky dusk,
Played by the needles of his compass.
The frosty wind jabbing him hard
On his frailly back,
Reminding him how he was trapped
in the net woven by the wool
Of his own woolen cap.
Removed the cap from his bald head,
Flung it away into the misty firmament.
Puffed the cigarette once again,
The smoke this time reflected some alphabets,
It said,
"Curse those friends who
Can't lit your unbranded cigarette. "
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