That time of the day.

That time of the day,
When I want a smoke.
Just before class, to get ready,
During class, to help me concentrate,
And after class, to relax.

Just before lunch,
With a small cup of chai.
Right after lunch,
With a large glass of cold coffee.

Late in the afty,
To chase the day’s blues away.
Early in the evening,
‘cos its early in the evening.

The pre-dinner beedi,
Nothing quite like it.
The one after dinner,
Quiet contemplation of existentialism
And a cigarette to help.

And finally at midnight,
(the constant danger of running out of smokes)
the last one of the day,
always tastes the best.

(I have quit smoking and regret it wholeheartedly.)