mistar bhaiansanand ka phool raha tha pet,
pite the din-rat mean, das paikit sigaret.
das paikit sigaret daktar goyal ae
diya laikchar tanbakoo ke dosh batae.
‘kaiansar ho jata jyada sigaret pine se,
phir to marana hi achchha lagata, jine se.’
bole bhaiansanand ji, lekar ek dakar,
ap vyarth hi ho rahe, pareshan sarakar.
pareshan sarakar, tark hai rita-thota,
sigaretoan mean tanbakoo das pratishat hota.
baki navvai pratishat lid bhari jati hai,
isilie to jaldi maut nahian ati hai.