I do !

Unlike you, my folk

I do drink-

The drinks of heavenly delight

That slips down my throat

Quenches my thirst-

High, I go-

With each drops-

Here, I drink-

Water!

Unlike you, my folk
I do smoke-
with no cigarettes
between the fingers
the fume- here goes unseen-
Intoxication of its kind-
With this fresh lungs-
I breathe in-
Air!

Wanna try?

Sanjeeta Sharma  Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"

CES-IISc-8th-June-2012-2:15pm

Answer- to the fellow- who thought I must drink-&-smoke!

Pic-credits:

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Author's Note

One of my friends asked me, this very day- "Sanjeeta, do you smoke ? ". I didn't find that question surprising for some-smoking is a habit and to this curious fellow- who always holds cigarettes in his finger - Like a poet with a pen!-
I said - "I do"

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Smoking is bad for the body. Ages the body and kill the necessary parts o f the body. Some habits are needed. I guess some folks make their decision and one day it shall kill them. I did like the opening lines. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[nevermindfan1991]

It is quite obvious that you understand the mechanics of poetry because your delivery is awesome. Your word choice superb and you handled a overused subject matter and made it your own. This poem does not need any additions because it is perfectly fine the way it is. Bravo! I think you should change “my folk” to just “folks” it will help the flow. It should be slip not slips. Maybe I do not smoke with cigarettes unless it ruins the ruins the flows. Change the “the” in the second stanza to “my” to be consistent.

[Sel Whiteley]

A beautifully drawn poem about the intoxication and high we get from dreaming and writing. The way you show that these pleasures, the calming influence, and so on, can be gained in other places is superb and I adore it. Live and cherish every moment:

the fume- here goes unseen-
Intoxication of its kind-
With this fresh lungs-

[Leslie Philibert]

The first poem I have read from a Nepalese poet, and a good one. I am a radical non smoker, but one must be careful to reject smoking, and not smokers !

[Tate Morgan]

Very well done thank you