Matchstick
Take one out and scratch my head, I am now black but once was red.
What am I ?
Black I am and much admired, Men seek me until they tired. When they find me, they break my head, And take from me my resting bed. What am I?
I am covered with milky soft coat &
When my head glows red,
I slowly sink into a white bed,
Never to stand again.
Who Am I?
