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!