“LIKE A BURNT CIGARETTE”
"Like a burnt cigarette" is a poignant and introspective poem that explores themes of solitude, self-reflection, and the metaphorical comparison of the speaker to a discarded cigarette. The poem captures the emotions and experiences of the speaker on a cold, foggy night, engaging the reader in a contemplative journey.
On a cold, foggy night,
With freshly brewed caffeine by my side,
And I lit up a cigarette on that frosty night.
I stood on my veranda, looking at the sky,
Alas! It was a new moon night.
As I saw the smoke rising in the night sky,
And my dreary mind crossed upon a sight,
On that cold, unfaithful night.
As the cigarette burnt bright on that dark night,
I found my reflection in the refugee I took that night.
Cigarette, a refuge for the seeker,
With magical portions relieving with its might.
And wasn’t I a refuge for countless souls who sighed?
Wasn’t it I who snuggled with you on those dark and dreary nights,
Burning bright and giving you all my might?
Like the ashes of my burning cigarette on that dreary dark night,
I too shattered and fell after I burnt bright,
Relieving you with all my might.
And like a cigarette, I am trashed and thrown,
Sucked after all my useful might.
And the worst part is, you’ll just pull another,
While I lie on a dirty trash bag in a dark, dreary corner,
Where I cry, and yet you’ll blame me for all your stress.
What about that dark, dreary night, where I was the only one in sight?
