Story of My Last Cigarette

STORY OF MY LAST CIGARETTE Depth of memories in a stick of tree burn like a cigarette , when i was child i learned this habit to understand what is the quality behind the nature which burns like ashes along with a smell of smoke , when the pain of air stuck in a throat and cry for the smoke it brings the desert like ages for crying rain ashes blow with a wind like fog in a winter, i will had my drink and say LAST CIGARETTE OF THE DAY. WITH LOVE ALL JAGDISH BAJANTRI