A Matchbox-N
We are all born with a match box inside our body
We need oxygen and a candle to light it to accomplice
The oxygen has to come from a lover’s breathe.
Candle can be anything- a melody, a word, a caress.
Anything that pulls trigger and sets off a matchstick
Every person has to discover who will pull the trigger?
It is that very explosive flare that feed our souls.
What happens if there is nothing to trigger explosion?.
Our match boxes become damp unabling us to live.
Then we will never be able to light any of matchsticks.
But there are ways and ways to try damp match box
Light matches one at a time to see the path we forgot.
Desires, achievements and various honors we earn
Are like matchsticks leading us the next stage on
By lighting our path to settle down in corporate life
Here’s the crux; after combustion they lose value.
No one keeps used matchsticks, but there’s a way
Hey, hey, if the flame goes off, light another one.
There’re safety matches, friction and noiseless one
Needing suitable surface or specially prepared surface.
Well, an unstruck match won’t show up in pitch dark
Unless lighted up with external source with a surface.
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