A Shangri-La In Hell

A SHANGRI-LA IN HELL. I feel at peace with the roll at hand. At a place of bliss, whenever I take a puff. My mum call it beast. My wife call it monster. My sweet cigar. At a tender age, lured by a friend. A little puff good for you, he persuaded. Another puff friend, he coaxed. I was manipulated to it. My sweet cigar. A packet and a lighter, my best friends. Accompanying me to every corner. The paraphernalia that has taught me generosity. I can't stand a friend suffering. My sweet cigar. My kids at home,can go without milk. Their tea sugarless. As I spare a coin for my comforter. A sweet burden in me. The bondage I brought myself into. My sweet cigar. My sweet wife keeps complaining. I have promised to abstain. To do away with smoking. Times without number I have promised But it's clear that I can't do without. My sweet cigar. ?@Kipngeno Robin. Tha Formidable Cheru. #themonk