avatarSuntonu Bhadra

Summary

The web content is a reflective poem about the experience of smoking a cigarette, intertwined with personal introspection and the announcement of the author's other works on Medium.

Abstract

The poem titled "Burnt cigarette" delves into the author's personal experience with smoking, where each cigarette burned is symbolic of memories, pain, hope, and time being consumed. The act of smoking is portrayed as a complex, almost paradoxical relationship where the cigarette serves as both a companion and a villain. The author, Suntonu Bhadra, uses the cigarette as a metaphor for something that accompanies him through moments of contemplation, perhaps as a coping mechanism or a habitual ritual. The poem concludes with the author putting down the cigarette to write, acknowledging its harmful effects. The content also serves as a platform to promote the author's other written pieces on Medium, inviting readers to explore more of his work.

Opinions

  • The author seems to recognize smoking as a detrimental habit, as indicated by the line "Smoking is injurious to health," yet there is an underlying tone of ambivalence towards the act.
  • The poem suggests that smoking provides a temporary escape or distraction from reality, as the author questions the purpose behind their smoking, whether it be self-destruction, habit, or boredom.
  • There is a sense of resignation or acceptance of smoking as part of the author's life, as it is personified as a "friend" despite being an "unsung villain."
  • The author's dual perspective on smoking is evident, viewing it as both a source of harm and a muse for writing and reflection.
  • The inclusion of other works at the end of the poem indicates the author's desire to connect with the audience on various topics beyond the theme of smoking.

A POEM ON

Burnt cigarette

along with some puffs.

Photo by Ali Yahya on Unsplash

In between the space of my fingers, A cigarette was burning. Burning away some memories, A bit of pain, Some hope, some time.

A little bit of fire was evident with every puff I take, And took away the hope to live, around 5 minutes a stick.

Didn’t know why, Just pulling one after another. To destroy me? Out of habit? As nothing to do. Ash fell down after the last puff. Throwing it away, I came back inside my room To write about my unsung villain, That stayed with me — in the guise of a friend.

I picked up the pen And I wrote “Smoking is injurious to health.”

If you have liked these wordings, why don’t you look into the following ones, covering different aspects of life.

Suntonu Bhadra is a 2020 joined writer in Medium, who loves to learn from surroundings and world wide web. He is a Business Consultant in the profession, a mentor of Sales productivity & a traveler by heart. In his newfound love- ‘Medium’, he is expressing his thoughts and is looking forward to engaging.

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