Don't Kiss!

When I kiss you, my dear, I have never realized this fact. When I have kept you so close, nearer to my heart, I was dumb, thinking of you most of the time, and make sure that you are there for me. When I love you so much, why did you do this to me? My lungs are congested with tar, My odorous skin is pale, My heart has to work harder, as the fat clogged the vessels, persistent cough make me dumb again, I have to be mended for the love, that I had upon you. Why did you do this to me? How many thousands smoked, for me to get this return? How many fights were fought, for me to end up this way? Though I read and saw sick people, I thought I was an immortal. When you completely destroyed me it is already too late.