Life !!!

Look at the matchbox
Contained in it are a few sticks
Which are meant to burn to ashes
A few sticks burn a little longer
And a few of them are exhausted early
No matter what, but every match has its chance
Time to burn and give light
A chance to make the world bright

Each match has to rub it head
On the rough side, ruthlessly
Only then it is enlightened else
It is thrown aside
Some sticks break, in the struggle
To get enlightened, some are never lit
And some get the light from a source
That is already bright

Life is like a match box
Where each stick is a character in life
All are capable and identical
But the efforts tend to vary
Some believe in waiting till the end
Some give up just like that
Some don’t give it a try
But, only a few brighten the dark sky