• poetlife99 10w

    Enlightened Canon

    "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?"