Smoking, drugs, and drinking you find them cool. 

By taking them you think you become strong.

But soul shouted you are totally wrong. 

Have you forgotten the lessons of the school? 

It makes you weak.

It makes your strongeness to leak.

It's not too late. 

Change your fate.

By taking them. 

You are yourself signing your own death certificate.

For you smoking, drugs and drinking are heavens. 

It's the first step to create your own hell.

A soul is shouting for help. 

A mind is occupied to take a step,

To reach to heaven.

You are building your own hell instead of heaven. 

The body is ready to stop. 

The mind is busy in forming a plan to reach heaven's top,

Which is a hell's top.

You find it fun. 

Heart yelled to run. 

It's a trap. 

If you walked in it, for always in it you will wrap.

You are busy following the trend.

You are destroying your future by your own hands. 

To help you people are taking a stand.

 You push them away. 

You thought they were the reason behind your pain. 

By smoking, drugs and drinking more pain you will gain. 

As, to heaven, they were the only way.

You think it's a hiding place from the reality. 

It's a bubble full of insecurity.

One day it will burst. 

By the slap, you will be welcomed by the reality.

Smoking, drugs, and drinking is a stupidity,

Will hit like a bullet.

It's not too late. 

Change your fate. 

In your life decrease these bad things rate. 

Otherwise in future death will be your last state.

In present, you enjoy them for a time pass. 

In the future, leaving them will be your further living pass.

One day you will be in the state where :

The heart will be slowly beating.

Smoking is the oxygen lungs will be breathing.

Drugs are the food body will be eating. 

Thirst of the throat will be satisfied by drinking.

For once think about the family whose you were part. 

Now, from whom you are apart.

It's not too late. 

Change your fate. 

Before the soul is dead. 

Before life's end.

Q: What do you think about this poem?