The Ordinary

He was out of the ordinary, with a skull embodied with a slim body with no intricacy of organs.

Confronted out of a seed of chemo, he rests in the womb of a lifeless casket along with his pals.

The eternity reinstated his qualities, with gimmicks though he stays convenient to several till the day with simplicity.

As he furnishes the glow, by scorching himself to solace others.

He was a major discovery, in the field of ammunition and civilization which fuels the realm.

As he blazes, it depletes his physique, He sets the spark, with the soul with whom he makes the connection by renouncing himself during his brief existence.

where his corpse gets swept away, to be consumed by the mother earth, for reincarnation.

The parasites, who exemplify by enduring him get glorified in the society of deity and humans for various events and celebrations.

Whereas he gets ministered, as he gets wielded to lit in a cigar for not being bearable despite being the inception.

The poem is about the life of a match stick, where the world often sees it as a gimmick and ignores its offering to society, likewise in several parts of the world, the emigrant labor and contribution get overseen as they are not considered to be part of the sustaining in the province as they don't possess the mortal papers by birth, though they lay the foundation in the society often they get swept from the country based on racism and politics.

The world can't exist without a matchstick, aren't humans deserve to be treated better than a fatiguing matchstick?