Whorls of smoke

whiffs of substance

hard spirits burning

down the gullet

for agonies of life 

to melt in …..

pain , distress , despair and hell ,

with every attempt 

in which you fail ,

Self esteem waning ,

failure gaining …..

to triumph over destiny

roll the dice and move ahead ,

a square at a time 

or lunge by six ,

just grab your peace ……

truce with destiny 

not grieve in pain ,

for missing the bus

might give you a flight….

so dont despair , 

drown and asphyxiate , 

in spirits and fear…….

Gift yourself a life

Self Regard and Worth ,

get rid of fags

and boozer tag , 

a sincere attempt 

to rise and shine 

not a case of smoke and mirrors thine …..

to obsure and embellish

stand firm and vow , 

to honour and bow

to your lungs and liver 

and brain , anyhow 

help thyself

before its late ,

when people around 

will assign it to fate ,

will call you a loser

destined to die ,

blame you for being enslaved

to kicks and high…….

Wake up my dear

its never too late ,

its not a point of no return yet…….

I wish you my life

my happiness my love , 

fear the depths 

of dark dreamy troves , 

they deceive they devour

steer away 

steer away , my dear !

© *Dr. Swati A Gadgil , All Rights Reserved* 

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About Dr Swati A Gadgil

Anaesthesiologist , practising since last 30 yrs in Mumbai and medico legal advisor. Counsellor for Children at Puberty , Parenting , Stress Management , Motivation and Peace MBBS DA LLM Postgraduate in Human Rights Postgraduate in Hospital management Founder President of NGO, Dombivli Women's Welfare Society and it's youth wing NayaSavera Published three books of poetry Columnist and writes on various topics like Stress Management Appointed by Times of India as Consultant for their NIE Newspaper In Education Program Recognised by Medical associations and Rotary Speaker and panelists on Tele media, print media and National and International conferences Taekwondo Red Belt

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  1. Louis Kasatkin

    An impactful rush of poetic adrenalin supplied with the author’s inimitable acumen.

    Editorial note for the author:
    Try and avoid archaisms such as “thyself ” and “thine” .
    I think a much stronger ending could be achieved without the redundant use of “my dear!”

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