The cigarette puff.
It has it’s own story to tell.
Of how each puff smell,
of the joy or sadness.
The tired labourer or the enthusiastic driver.
The jobless and the one with the job with less pay.
They both have a tale to tell.
The puff of a cigarette,
lets out so many emotions.

A rushing world void of emotions,
seems like it’s full of robots poised as humans.
Even so, all it takes is a puff,
for conversations to begin and end with a friendly part.
Unknown faces seem so familiar,
the known ones seems so far.
Far from the heart, not close enough.
The puff of a cigarette,
Lets out so many emotions.