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Swati Sarangi

Tragedy

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Swati Sarangi

Tragedy

The death's call

The death's call

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The air of intoxication

Controlling the state of youth

 In the fear of being left out

He chooses to be called as a ‘Dude’

 

It’s not just the tag he has acquired

He should never be tired

Of maintaining it through various indulgence

The prominent one being a pack of cigars


The gang made him its leader

Which he joined as a mere beginner

With the passage of time

He was wrapped in its endeavours


Initially his conscience warned him

Not to follow this path

But his mind had already in love

With his acquired ‘Dude’-tag


Making rings of smoke in air

Started amusing him

Academics no longer interested him

He was preparing for his doom


Silently death was calling him

For who hath avoided the

Call of Death ever

It was definitely destined forever


On death bed, while counting his

Last breaths, realization struck him hard

He had no choice but to

Lament over pack of cigars


Pack of cigars which were

Slowly poisoning his life

He didn’t pay heed to

Earlier signs of warning


Addictions at early age

Snatch away everything without any notice

Don’t ignore subtle signs

Always listen to your conscience.


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