She sat puffing by a busy highway
As though vehicles were not enough to pollute her airway
The bidi in her hands was held skillfully
While she dragged on it liberally
When she exhaled a cloud of toxic smoke
It covered her like a shroud, a cloak
Who are we to judge another’s choice
Maybe it’s her sole reason to live, to rejoice…..
I thought about the smoke our homes and vehicles spew
I feel guilty at being one of the favoured few…….
The next day I cycled to work, instead of driving
Our environment needs reviving…..
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