THE WOOD HEARTED
Sometimes all you need is a piece of paper You don't need to to speak It will listen , Listen from its wood heart Dried up into flexible sheets Every depth of your emotions, Which it easily meets But don’t share too much That its wood heart burns, Burns with brightest flame And you’re the only one left to blame It happened to me, suddenly A spark came and just burnt the whole thing ’cause it’s just a paper, not a human being Write with the ink which is imperceptive Initially, the paper might seem inarticulate But later in your mind. It’ll finally turn out to be most purposeful Because that voiceless sheet of paper Has aroused the unspoken voices within you Which all, personifies its inhuman personality And makes it the most preferred source Of providing knowledge, over any human being!