"Light this and bring.", I take
The neatly rolled up beedi
And I arouse it on a kitchen stove.
"This thing does no good to you."
Silence. I hand over the canon.
Balances it expertly between lips,
And liberates the prisoned poison.
Begins it's assault on my nose.
My throat and lungs protest,
Yet I stand still, craving for more.
The enlightened weed looks at me. Triumphant glow amidst the ashes
Turns into a sly smile, asks me
"Have I conquered you as well?"