Brown Smoke

It’s wonderful what good fellowship
Can be evolved, a little hard but solid.
It’s a great place for dear doctors
To replay their acts and be a pleasant thrill.

Our feet stood in an enthusiasm,
Once the nurses took the rest of the world;
I lit my cigar and thanked the great place,
Watching the brown smoke curl upwards.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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