The beauty about writing is that it evolves, with time and age, just like fine wine! While I can’t say that this poem is my finest piece of writing, but I recall enjoying every moment of penning it down as a starry-eyed teen. After all, it was a tribute to my favourite author of all times (thriller genre) Jeffrey Archer, who I incidentally had the chance of meeting during my post grad days in Pune, India at a book launch event. As they say, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it.” So here’s my poem from the confines of my notebook, to this section of my blog. Happy reading! 🙂

A book’s glance with his name engraved, 

Makes me rave,

For his books I crave

He is the best author alive,

Drives one to run for his life.

For telling stories is an art,

This extraordinary talent he has got!

To his books, a great blend of words and language he lends

Not without reason, his books are known for their breath-taking ends.

“Shall we tell the President?” was his first I read.

All through it was perfectly led.

The next I read was “Kane and Abel”

It was a tale of their rebel, wherein foes turn friends.

“False Impression” accounts for a smashing read

From New York to Bucharest to Tokyo it will lead.

His books are a page turner,

Caught unawares by the murderer.

Books of his are a treat,

Keeps one edged to his seat!

All in all, fast moving thrillers,

“Oh my God”, one would exclaim, upon knowing who’s the killer.

His books have class,

And are popular among a mass!