The Match Stick, A Tool Of Ancient Lore Poem by M. Asim Nehal

In days of old, when fire was a need,
A humble stick with a wondrous deed,
The match stick, a tool of ancient lore,
Did light the flames that lit the shore.
From forests deep, where ancient trees,
Did yield their bark, to make these sticks,
A tool of wonder, a gift to all,
The match, a story, tall and small.
Through wars and peace, it stood the test,
A symbol of hope, a beacon blest.

Today, In fields of battle, it's the match,
that brings the war to a new patch,
with every strike, it's a new fight,
and the match stick stands tall and bright.
From progress to destruction
The glamour of match stick stands unmatched and unparallel