Muscadine Lines: A Southern Journal

Cigarette

Raghab Nepal


I burn your legs,
Bite your head
Suck your soul
And inhale straight.
I crush you beneath
My dirty feet,
Throw you lonely
To your merciless fate.
Been no friend, for so long
Living in my blood, in my lungs
I hate living, you help me die
I puff you out into the sky
Still you call me as a friend
And I rush, to get your smell.
You are the only true friend of mine
In my lonely and ugly times
None had been so close, so dear
To my heart and to my lungs,
Love in my heart, still lies for you
And I don't care about your bitter truth.

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Raghab Nepal was born in Kathmandu, Nepal. He is currently working in Chennai, India. He has been writing poetry for eleven years. He has published his work in poetry magazines, anthologies, and e-zines.

© Raghab Nepal

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