When you left your childhood to become an adolescent.
Your mind was elated, curious and effervescent.
You wanted to know the unknown and try the untried.
You were prepared to break laws and put rules aside
Then you smoked me bit by bit.

When you saw any girl having beauty immense.
You wanted love between you and her to commence.
You looked at her with pleasing smile.
You held me in your hand with great style
And you smoked me bit by bit.

When you were in anguish, pain and grief.
You wanted some-kind of respite and relief.
You held me between your fingers tight.
With help of lighter you set me alight
And you smoked me bit by bit.

When you wanted to show your happiness to others.
With happiness and smoke you wanted to create smothers.
With joy you cried, shouted and yipped.
Then tightly between your lips you gripped
And you smoked me bit by bit.

Now I became your habit and your need.
You were ready to surrender and concede.
You were losing a thing which cannot be bought with wealth.
You cared the least about your deteriorating health
And you smoked me bit by bit.

Now everywhere and anywhere you cough.
You are sick and your end is not faro-ff.
People look at you with pity and ruth.
You fool, now let me tell you the truth
All these days I smoked you bit by bit.