Yes ma, I smoke everyday;
Taking deep puffs of death,
No, I didn't forget what you said
"Its bad", you cried,
"I can't see another loved one dead."
And yet, daily I ignore
Those horrific stories you told me before
How dad would lie in bed all day,
How the doctors said there was no way,
How with folded hands you would pray,
How relieved you were when he was no more in pain.
Yes, I remember it all,
And yet ma, I smoke everyday.
Giant cigarettes, swarming the streets
It is not a choice anymore;
Every breath, is a step toward death.
Yes ma, I smoke everyday.
By Yuvraj Singh
Taking deep puffs of death,
No, I didn't forget what you said
"Its bad", you cried,
"I can't see another loved one dead."
And yet, daily I ignore
Those horrific stories you told me before
How dad would lie in bed all day,
How the doctors said there was no way,
How with folded hands you would pray,
How relieved you were when he was no more in pain.
Yes, I remember it all,
And yet ma, I smoke everyday.
Giant cigarettes, swarming the streets
It is not a choice anymore;
Every breath, is a step toward death.
Yes ma, I smoke everyday.
By Yuvraj Singh
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