Art. Artist. Poet. Poetry

I stumbled upon a poem by chance 

And in a snap, I was all entranced!

 I guess it just felt like my first dance 

Or perhaps like dating a doomed romance !

The tone started subtle, but it dug profound;

The rhythm, rhyme and cadence of sound. 

The Deeper I went the more magic was to be found,

Slowly I got lost in his words, to get astound

It was like each line was opening doors to a poet's soul, 

As if every stanza wis a journey to a place unknown, 

And I felt like he was leading me right into a mind of his own. 

In the words of a Anmol Kang, there's a whole new Worl 

Within each line, there's Still an adventure to be unfurled.

But the best part is, art can put time on hold; 

For Poetry is a gift that never grows old. 

Infact the poetry is an artist’s masterpiece, his work of art; 

Which not only touched my soul but also left its mark

—  on my heart