Tobacco is slow killer
It is nobody's lover
It first hits the palm of smoker
and turns it brown and darker
At next stage it makes lung slurry
Odor begins to come from the body
Makes difficult to breathe in old age
By Coughing and coughing causes
Ultimately smoker's room is separated from others
Due to uncompromisable health reasons
That room is found always filled with mucus and unbearable pains

Those who chew tobacco
They spit all day
Keep their palm ***** all the day
Make home and public walls filthy
And become victims of disdain
Finally they lose their own jaw, teeth and the mouth skin.

Those who inhale tobacco
They always keeps their fingers in the nose
Keep sneezing all the day without any pause
Turning their nose black as hose
Sneezing and sneezing fills their last days

All the above three types of tobacco addicts
make passive addicts to whom they meet
Those who work in the factory lose their lives bit by bit
It is wise to quit tobacco
do swear to quit tobacco
It is necessary to save us
as well as generation which comes

Change

I am tradition
A creature of habit
All white; no shady grays
Definately set in my ways
I fear the colors of change
and the silent unknowns
I am sometimes an
uncompromisable bag of bones

But what if...
What if I was to change
to eat the words
I can so easily dish out
To change the way I think
about whatever your upset about
To become once again
the flower you fell in love with once
instead of the unbending branch
I have become

I have hurt you I know
however unintentionally so
But I'm telling you now
I'm not ready to let go
Give me the chance
to turn things around
to remind you of all the
sweet things that keep us
tightly bound

Let me show you
that I too
can change

Blank thoughts full of words
  uncompromisable yet so vivid
  twisted feelings like the vines upon trees
heart out as far as the stars
only so far because it cant be reached
unquiet mind so full of thoughts
so alone yet everyone's around
scream, louder
but in the mind no screams are heard
alone, confused, distraught
this unquiet mind shall one day be tamed

Feel the build up,
The anger,
The rage,
The uncontrollable urge,
The thoughts I get when I see you,
And so begins my purge.

I see you and scream on the inside,
keeping my cool uncompromisable mask,
Just when I think it's over,
and I can live without you,
Here comes the anger and more depression,
The things that keep me sane are few.

I doubt you'll see this,
Know what it's about,
But the thoughts what's here,
and it's the thought that counts,

I hate what I'm becoming,
Due to simple acts of stupidity,
Not going to break,
Tell a soul,
Just like I know you won't try and talk anymore.

Just remember,
That within time,
I will do what I need,
When I need to,
In order to be happy.

Think about actions,
Never about the consequences,
or the effect on others,
yourself,
or anything,
But remember how much it hurts,
To think I've become this way.