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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*
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!”