Had seen my father dragging puffs,
It felt like releasing yourself from handcuffs.
That cigarette smell was like an aroma to me,
Which I always wanted to try and feel free.
The first I smoked at seventeen,
Fully aware of the effects of nicotine.
But never knew i will be this addictive,
Well, that was me, careless and non-productive!
The sight of tobacco-caused cancer warnings were scary,
I wanted those images not to be so prominent but a bit blurry.
Thought of saying no to friends with cigarette in hand,
Sadly, couldn’t take that firm stand.
Gradually, destroying, declining I finally quit,
It’s never too late to be fit.
You have loved ones who adore you,
Much more than that cigarette could ever do.