A friend gave me a cigarette I wanted to give up But it was too late The addiction though
Gave me great pleasure.
Smoking had become a fashion Felt like it reduced my tension Living my life in the rough
I was limited in a cigarette puff.
At every step of success I kept cigarette in that place Paleness started wane my face
I knew I was losing the race.
I was taken by this addiction Slowly it made me panic-stricken I suffer from cancer and
that isn’t a lie I am sinking in the ocean of misery
Because I am about to die.
— Susan Balami, class VIII,
Shova Bhagwati English School