The death's call
The death's call
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.