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Fire in a tobacco filed.


People are shouting with a word of fire fire they are running like a rat from there holes after a fire I still remember the day when I started running behind the clouds of tobacco smoke which gives the glory of our sweet image in a society without knowing the truth of lying emotions to hide the love for the tobacco.

Day reaches when my feelings fell from the well and give a clear identity of a smoker that day brings me a challenge to burn myself in a tobacco after my death to live so that the nature will cry to suck the smoke and make a clouds which will fill with my true story behind the burning felid of tobacco.

Seed will again grow with a new colour of depth in a plant of tobacco day by day it dries with a experience of ages the time spend with a nature colour observe day and night enjoying with a drink of a rain.

when i imagine this land of tobacco in my dreams i run behind to light a fire on it so that one day my eyes will carry the water of rain and brings the smell of ashes from the land where i stand and shout to people Fire in a tobacco filed.

With love all

Jagdish bajantri


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