The Scars

 

The matchsticks, defining aspects of life.

Almost all. Some rightly, some with flaws.

Yet they emit a silent gleam.

A gleam of unspoken words and strange mindsets.

Strange in the sense, unthought off.

Life is all the same.

Everyone will feed, merrily

When in dire need.

No one will bother, once done.

Life, intensely vague.

vaguely deceptive.

The master. Will protect you, safely in a box.

From rains and flames.

But set you to the fire, when needed.

Throw you down, when used.

Crush you with feet, Ah. Life, the matchstick.

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Written by- Ajinkye

Photo by- Prachi.