I'm Smoking; Seeing Subconsciously

I'm smoking; seeing around subconsciously A piece of fire is burning on my lips Smoky flame is flying; smoke-hole is flying too up Merged into the air; vanished Just seeing the smoke-hole is flying At the end there is nothing Squeeze a cup of tea and looking around quirky Right the noon this is Some has gone, some are going to own path The road has gone to that lane where you've gone Gone you're on your own way O dear On the bulky banyan tree the crow in crazy whispering In the street tea vendor's rotating spoon in tea cup In this Tong tea shop of royal urbane path I stay alone at noon in this town All are walking on own road Have gone all, none has time to look at me The roads beget road; changing from muddy to brick pavement by time Only I am; I subsist alone, Stay here on the broken bench in the Tong tea shop On the kissing of cigarette, in the sipping of tea I stay beside the dustbin of town I see nothing just observe a scene On back a shattered and torn bag Disheveled hair, stained body of blade piercing In the visually impaired earth a child of malnutrition He finds out something from this urbane dustbin Hope to find better garbage for hungry quenching Barking boom dog also comes and smells on garbage Find out also by using its lags for stormy hungry satiating To devour for surviving both find out together from dustbin Both lives by eating better something from dustbin Live for years out of sight, out of urbane synonym -March 19,2018 Chattogram