Smoking

Holding the stub
Burning the rest
Visuals engulfed
Senses submerged
In deadly clouds of
Darkening smoke,
The hand enjoys
Dying of the heart
Even before all
Ritual cremation!

Ashes all fall
Freed from its sticks
Like a freed soul
From the fragile body
Its smile turns black
Coated with white
Glowing fire in it
Goes up extinguished!

One puff of the stuff
Takes a toll on them
Their dear ones bemoan
And mourn over the heaps
Of their scattering ashes
Now rid of from the stub
For their good, for ever!