A recent post/ poem "The last puff" inspired me to pen my first one

It reminded me of my  gang
When we used to run to the tapri after every class to hang
Tried to puff few times to look koool
Realised soon that was making myself a fool
Life was simple, choices were easy
Be it poha or be it jalebi
The gang used to smoke and i had
My talk, with every puff the reason went for a toss
The cloud of smoke shrouded the hut, with ideas flowing in glut
Time flew and gang went their way
Soon the memories will fade away
Wish to relive the moment once with whole gang , have a LAST PUFF and go out with a bang...

Dedicated to my charasi gang...and thanks to Saket Srivastava for the reminder/ inspiration..