Ode to My Beloved Pipe

Ankur Sharma

This tender summer night
With full moon in sight
And stars all twinkling bright
          My pipe’s well alight
          It sets everything right.

My cares, all my troubles
Are blown away like bubbles
My contentment doubles
          With every puff I take
          Of this lovely burley-flake.

The smoke wiggles and curls
And all the slings life hurls
Are morphed to wisdom-pearls
          Such alchemy it shows
          The tobacco softy glows.

Of misery and despair
Profuse has been my share
Yet I refuse to care
          She brings me joy and calm
          My pipe’s a heavenly balm.


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