The Art and Soul of Anita Britto
If you share my passion when it comes to rhyme
I hope my book appeals to you and you lose track of time
I've let my mind meander and travel far and wide
Unrestrained – Unfettered – My soul has been my guide
When words rush in like angels perhaps where eagles dare
And my heart with pleasure fills while floating in mid air
I drift along the mountains, the valleys, lakes and hills
And soak in William Wordsworth with golden daffodils
I dream of Keats and Shelley while Byron plays the fool
Once you breathe Kahlil Gibran you're sucked in a whirlpool
Enticed by none but Oscar Wilde whose wit one can't surpass
Walt Whitman will knock you out with his leaves of grass
While Rilke's sonnets beckon and Rumi makes you swoon
And Javed Akhtar sings a rhyme under the crescent moon
No matter whom you fancy obey the tide and swim
Listen to Neruda's call before the lights go dim
Words don't ask for reason nor do they ask for rhyme
Express your thoughts with passion and sentiments sublime
While Rumi makes you ponder reflecting on each word
Gulzar is magic to my soul – "I'm shaken and I'm stirred"
