Tricked
Under his nicotine breath,
City lights go bleak
The humbug, chaos
And chats of critters soften
As she drifts into a trail of thoughts, Wondering where will the line be drawn
When the brain will sense an end
And the heart will not cling on
When the love of her life
Will get over with the Puff
Will discern concerns,
Palpitations, anxiety and apprehensions.
Meanwhile amongst the multitude of her thoughts,
What has managed to tiptoe in
Tranquilized her into an ocean of pondering
Is none other than the same, Nicotine.
15th May 2020,
Amrita

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