It seems as if he was thrown out of
The bar
He ran and knelt down on the side walk
The beggar
In front of the rich man who got out of his
Mercedes car
With his rough voice he begged money
For cigar
Proudly the man threw him
Some cash
On which the beggar walked on his knees
With a rush
Got the money and ran to a shop
In a flash
Bought a cigar, lit it and started to turn it
Into ash
He inhaled deep and smiled like
A star
Not knowing, the consequence
Nicotine tar
May2,2006
A nice way to tell us about waste of money and degradation of life by using money for not the right things. good work heer Konjit! Preets
A moral tale for our times. Smoking has claimed many lives and we all know people who have died of lung cancer. I hope this poem will help those who still smoke to give it up. Nice write.
Having no money is a drag, wasting money is sad, I know about both of these things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Konjit You did not waste ink on this poem.nice work