Sonnet: Smoking Kills

He learnt to smoke from adolescent stage; Yet, kicked the habit never, thereafter; Now, he is only fifty years of age; But gone completely is his life's laughter. He smoked in chains and puffed smoke-rings away; He is now chained to his smoking habit! He sits now counting the hours in a day! And feels his life, ebbing out, bit by bit. His Lungs have become Cancerous by now; The blood he coughed, revealed that Death was nigh; There's no cure; To destiny, he will bow; This is the case of persons low or high. Beware, O Man, your smoking can kill you! Your near and dear ones and some others too.