FiRsT sMoKE Of tHe yEaR...

So the poem man is back... heee heeee heeeee.......

And this one is called, 

FIRST SMOKE OF THE YEAR

That was the first night of the fame,

And I greeted it with,

a part of tear,

a part of rain...

I just didn't think of the loss or gain,

And I reburnt my soul with,

a part of smoke,

a part of flame...

Paranoid of sadness keep hitting me again and again,

And I lie beneath under it with,

a part of grave,

a part of sand...

Life challanged me every time to be in the frame,

And I keep on losing in it with,

a part of time ,

a part of game...

Ambar...