Brilliant stars over the dark canopy, And brisk breeze were not enough to electrify, Something more potent was to be challenged. 9 lambent glasses on the dark brushy floor, Luscious rum with those fizzing sodas, A packet full of cigarettes and an aim box, With some nuts, And then we were ready to claim that "We have balls !". Peers hooting, "We are all set to start" It was my debut, where boost was on air And swag was on fire. Bottoms Up ! was an honor. "Damn bro! you are on 4th" Amaze, was the crowd. Showtime to clepe for some claps, The cigarette was on loop. I paused with my instincts, Those facebook timeline feeds on oral cancer Were busting my brain, Slaying my life to death. But a pat on my thigh, With that reliance in his voice Buoyed up me to be a boy by smoking it to my lungs. A cough but lately it went smooth. Lighting one on a day, Was just a matter of hay. Soon it got multiplied S...
Awninged Arcade of Verses by Sambit Kumar Maharana