Burning of Camphor

The crystalline camphor felt hard enough, As I palmed it before igniting, Fire was brought near, And it burnt really all right, Spreading that heavenly vapor, It filled my nostrils and senses, To no end, It was in this desirable stupor of vapor, That I realized, That the hard camphor had to burn, And yeah,burn right to ashes, To make everybody feel its essence, It was kind of humbled to death, For me to assess its worth, Say its true for us all, Humbled we all must be, Even if just about near death, Only then do we get the world, To know our real worth