Injurious

Alif Hunafah
Dec 4, 2019 · 1 min read

A 50-Word Poetry

Before it’s too late…

Photo by Jaroslav Devia on Unsplash

My brown eyes —

Are wide-open

My breathing —

Is loud and roaring

My lungs —

Are crumpled and collapsing

I see angels —

Hovering over my head,

Dear-ones —

Loitering around my bed

Doctor says —

His death is nearing

Yet —

My soul is lingering

Smoking is injurious to life –

I didn’t heed this warning.

My humble and sincere thanks to Shaan Sood and the whole editorial team of *Scrittura*

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