The Last Stanza
I Light Another Cigarette
As I walk down across the narrow lane,
Inside my heart is an utter pain
Staring at the long humid day,
I light another cigarette.
Burning my lips and burning my heart,
Little puffs of smoke, and full of vaporous hope
I am suddenly desperate, disgusted,
I crush my cigarette under my shoes.
I deem about the endeavor that was just worn out
And I light another cigarette.
Burning my lips and burning my heart,
These moments of pitiless domino effect
Depleted imaginings all crushed ruthlessly
Those entire ventures sinking unfortunately
How bitter these repercussions are, I think
Again I light another cigarette.
Burning my lips and burning my heart,
These vulnerable feelings slashing me apart
Moving back to life as I returned to work
Trying so much not to recall, moment just gone
Trying to induce myself to move on
And again here, I light another cigarette
Burning my lips and burning my heart
Little puffs of smoke, and full of vaporous hope.
Mingma Sherpa
Mingma Sherpa is currently working as a Manager in High Country Trekking. His work entails fair amount of traveling around the country. An avid dog lover, he is also involved with Animal Nepal, an NGO that advocates for animal rights. Lately, Sherpa, who holds a Masters in Sociology, is conducting his research on migrant workers. He likes to write poems based on the chronicles of his life and hopes to publish a collection of his poems someday. His other interests include photography and singing.
( May 20th 2009, 08:24 AM ) says:
poem is very original n unique n made me think twice bout smoking!!
( May 21st 2009, 10:47 PM ) says:
Nice poem!My favourite stanza:
Burning my lips and burning my heart,
These moments of pitiless domino effect
Depleted imaginings all crushed ruthlessly
Those entire ventures sinking unfortunately
How bitter these repercussions are, I think
Again I light another cigarette.
I liked the repetitions which worked well on your poem:
Burning my lips and burning my heart
Little puffs of smoke, and full of vaporous hope.
broda .. wak u p ma its my 4th semester .. i mean 4th day lo l i havent smoked ..i cal ma frens n we strt making fun abt chicks lol its nt going to do good at all makes u feel like a emotional cuppycake retard :p its all abt will power
last time .. i was in a concert n saw my whore bitch ex .. n i was like .. feling terribl ... bt u know .. i wasable to be the way i wanted to be .. i dnt light my cancer pipe .. since .. then .. my cigggy case n zippo r in my closet :p kp smiling n continue humurous poetry swt lv, sajju