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"