Why can't I quit
	I wonder why I can't 
	Why can't I just quit smokin'?
	I just can't get rid of this vice,
	In this war I just can't win.

	I am trying my best
	Trying to convince myself.
	However hard I try to
	It really doesn't help.

	I know none would believe me,
	All would say I don't try.
	But trust me, I really am sincere,
	With this dependence, my face is wry.

	I resolve and say
	This time, I'll quit.
	But end up smoking yet again,
	So many sticks, this way, I've lit.


	So many people have urged me,
	So many times I've been told.
	Yet I've never listened to any of them,
	I wonder why I've been so cold.

	What started as mere fun
	Has turned into a vice.
	I know how bad it is
	Yet it never makes me wise.

	I know its poison for me,
	It often makes me breathless.
	This is as bad as smack,
	May be worse, but I don't care, nevertheless.

	Its not that I don't try
	To quit, I really try my best.
	Yet I lit a fag,
	Whenever lonely, or in stress.

	I know I've hurt many people around,
	Who want me to quit this fag.
	I could never do what they wanted,
	The thought make me feel guilty and bad.

	Only if they knew, because of this,
	How much I am in pain.
	How much I feel distressed,
	I try, but this dependence, it just doesn't wane.

	I often preach to my friends,
	Often tell them to change their way,
	But I never listen to what they ask me to do,
	And I expect they'd listen to what I say.

	I want to tell you, friend,
	Please give me some time.
	I surely would quit 
	I want you by my side.

	Just make me happy
	Never let me be sad.
	However hard be it for me
	Do not let me feel sad.

	Just bear with me for some time more,
	I would come out of this hell.
	Even if you can't be with me,
	Just wish me luck, wish me well.

19-07-2001--2235--2305

Note : This poem was written with a glass of Fanta in hand.
No cigarette accompanied me while writing this poem.
~The anonymous poet
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