World No Tobacco Day- 31 May, 2020


I was fifteen.

Whorls of smoke rose from father’s lips

But my first smoke felt like lung whips.

Routine. Ritual. Habit, it became

And life would never be the same.

I continued.

They the heroes took the puff

And I bought it on the cuff.

It seemed cool

Till I knew I was made a fool.

I smoked.

I was twenty.

Colleagues with teeth stained red.

Try it, they said.

Red stains. Pan and gutka stains. Tobacco stains.

And Alas, it brought all these pains.

I chewed.

Bitter it tasted

And my money was wasted

Yet, I spat out red

Until the day I spat out blood.

I bled.

I realized.

 Importance of life’s most

 Is realised not till it’s lost.

People. Time. Money.  Love. Air.

No, this isn’t fair.

I gasped.

Every breath a struggle

Machines giving all oxygen they could smuggle.

Now it is too late

To create a new slate

I knew.

I left.

A warning note

To my son I wrote.

Slow death. Painful death. Breathless death

This tobacco steals your breath.

I cried.

Little packets of lies

Your pocket it dries.

To life I bow

Thanks to tobacco.

I died.


Nothing but a recipient of Christ's grace. I am a young doctor and I use this space to find meaning in the bedlam of my thoughts. My blog might resonate with the screams of a young adult finding her place in life, the stench of hospital corridors, images of the many people who intrigue me and the lessons my Saviour Jesus teaches me.

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