There are one hundred ways of stopping the habit of smoking. Most of them involves will power and the other most of them involves medications. Life of man under various circumstances can be limited to the maximum age of 100 (if lucky enough, now days, you get a chance to cross 60). For those who smoke half of there life is burnt into ashes or more precisely blown into smoke. But, how many of you have thought about the little, cute, lovely piece of paper and tobacco which are rolled for the sheer pleasure of mankind and is blown away or burnt away for the same. Here is a tribute for all the ashes that were spilled in the name of human nature.
I am a cigarette and that means life is hard. Oh yes, life is hard and to speak life is as hard as a nut shell. People think that we are a small pinge of tobacco and paper and smoke and we dont have life. Even if you are a buddhist and if you see your child smoking, you would say "Child this is wrong, this would harm you." But how many of those who speak of life in everything, in every speck of universe, and in every words have thought that it is we who are getting burned.
I was a born cigarette and my life will be finished before I come into terms with the reality. My final moments are coming. Life has got nothing to offer me and it would be like that way only for every cigarette.
Aah, the fire has started. Ooh, the sensation of getting burned is overwhelming. It would soon end. The pain will subside and I would become as light as air. I will be the part of a system once again to take revenge, a vendetta so old from the starting of our race. These will be my last words. And before my life leaves me my parting words would be please don't smoke not for your sake, not for the sake of your family, and not at all for the sake of a higher cause or purpose; but for the sake of my race and to free us from the suffering that your race have caused us till now.
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