The Puff Lady Poem by Naga Vamshidhar Ratakonda

I started feeling cold,
Only when she started,
A Fag war with the Fog,
And loved smoking loud aloud,
As it was allowed!

Puff after puff,
Venom spilt from,
The split of,
Her rosy lips;
Smoke arose and,
Vanished with the fog,
Burning her heart,
Even more than,
Her isolation,
That the cold could have,
Chilled with a hug or a rug!

With a cigar in her hand,
She felt like a..Man? or Woman?

The puffy lady,
With her cigar puffs,
Not for a kiss of my kind,
Found the company,
Of her bluff kind,
Leaving me behind,
For Gods sake,
And herself for,
Cancer's sake!