Unveiling Tobacco's Grip Poem by Mohammad Muzzammil

In the domain of smoke and burning ember's glow,
Lies a vice that many can't let go.
Tobacco, the temptress, with her toxic kiss,
Leads us astray, into a dangerous abyss.

Through thin veils of gray, our lungs are stained,
As the addict's cravings are vehemently sustained.
Nicotine's grip tightens, enslaving the soul,
Leaving health and vitality to pay the toll.

Yellowed teeth, a lingering stench of decay,
A fading sense of taste, slowly fades away.
From the first inhale to the final puff,
Tobacco's effects are undeniably rough.

But let this day be a moment of reflection,
A chance to break free from addiction's direction.
For tobacco's chains can be broken, you see,
And a smoke-free life awaits, full of vitality.