Pretty Face To Remember Poem by Tanay Pathak

I was just passing by
When i saw her
It was a nice sight
She wore a coat of fur

She moved in an antique shop
And i followed her
It was going to be a show, flop
But then i touched her

I could feel her hand in mine
I could feel the skin
She was filled with fright
But, then I asked her to come and share a nipperkin

I told her that I am just a wanderer
And I travel here and there
My life is like that of a vegabond
And of her I've become a fond

Then the sun went down
And the lights turned off
The wind started to blow
And she asked me for a drop

We walked to the square
Then took a road right
Suddenly a light flashed
And she was out of sight

I sat right there on the road
Thought of her in broad
Be she real, or Be she a wonder
But she was a pretty face to remember.