The Lamentation of a Matchstick

an imaginary complaining of a matchstick

Call me a whiner call me just an insignificant piece of wood, yet I am a hero in my own sight. Poems and philosophies have been written about the candle, which burns itself away to give others light, but what about me? I am struck hard yet I do not retaliate, in my agony I give light. I have just a moment of brightness in my life, and yet in that moment I light up the candle to brighten other's life. My evanescent flame gives life and light and I am a hero. I have no second chance and I believe in the tiny moment of my life I have made my existence useful. Yet no one has epitomized me, no one has immortalized me.

Author's Note

ignore grammar and spelling

Reviews

[smilempsn]

Well you just did.. You just gave the fame to matchstick which is needed..

We all in some sense or other go under circumstances, which others might not know.. And telling them to get the appreciation of what we went under is not part of the plan..

As sometimes, its just the silent act that does the wonder..
I liked it..
ThankU for the share John :)

[John A Raju]

yup the silent sufferers are heroes too, thnx for the review smile

[Vikrantsingh]

This one really kept me thinking and I'm stunned my friend. I loved your imagination on match stick.. wow this is so unusual thing which we never notice.
I really loved it would love to share this with my friends and family.
Fire to wood and which will brighten our live's along with happiness and joy. With this one John
I do understand the motto behind this poetry - " If you want to lighten up the room, 1st you need to burn like matchstick...

- Singh :)
P.S : Piece of Cherry - Cake of your imagination

[John A Raju]

hey thanks vikrant, glad u find it interesting :-)

[Vikrantsingh]

Welcome bro :)