Cigarette

The vehicles zip by and the crimson embers engulf by a millimeter.

He has a cigarette in his right hand, clutched between his fingers, dying away, almost past the filter.

He has a cigarette in his right hand, clutched between two of his fingers, even as his dark skin burns in the hot sun.

He has a cigarette in his right hand, clutched between two of his fingers, even as his dark skin burns in the hot sun,
 while he just wears a small blue cloth for a half lungi.

He has a cigarette in his right hand, clutched between two of his fingers, even as his dark skin burns in the hot sun, while he just wears a small blue cloth for a half lungi,
with a few coins astray on a small handkerchief spread in front of him.

He has a cigarette in his right hand, clutched between two of his fingers, even as his dark skin burns in the hot sun, while he just wears a small blue cloth for a half lungi, with a few coins astray on a small handkerchief spread in front of him,
even as dust settles on his thick unkempt beard as the vehicles whizz by him.

The others bring forth their hands to cover their nostrils but he..
He has a cigarette between his fingers of his lone limb.

 Every person, has a story; I do not know what is his. Sympathy is the last thing I have for this triple amputee.

More than 24 hours since I saw him, a slave to his addiction , and this poignant picture of the addiction just doesn't go away. :( :(

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And this post was an attempt to get the infesting image out of my system.. Apologies for perplexing you guys with a meaningless write up !