Match-Stick Poem by Snehal Bhosale

The match-stick of thy life

is indeed very small,

Which hath been ignited by hands of God;

thine match-stick, has to accomplish a lot;

Each small deed, each small thought,

thou have to light the lamp

of love, spread thy light

and contribute many a glorious mite.

You shall burneth, the incense

of deeds, with a sinless heart & humble needs.

Which shall live on forever,

live for kith and for kin,

& also for the lofty low.

the fragrance of thine deeds, shall never disappear,

the light of your love, shall last on forever,

Even if your match-stick hath burneth to ash...!