The Absence is Felt

Cigarette,
How dear you were
When I started courting you,
Each puff as a source of stimulation!

The better-half,
How sexy you were
In our earlier days,
Each kiss as a source of temptation!

Now a day,
No thrill in puffs or kisses.

Dear the both,
How desperate I am,
When I am deprived of you both,
To fill my vacuum with you!

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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