A day to remember, forever,
When I met a young fan of mine.
A regular reader of my poems,
Starting from class nine.
Met her on the metro,
Though we were connected via social media.
A young kid who loved poetry like me,
With dreams as vast as the encyclopedia.
I couldn't recognise her, but she did,
Tapping on my shoulder calling my name.
I was shocked to see her in person,
Because she obviously didn't look the same.
She told me how she enjoyed my works,
As I kept thanking her.
Then she dropped off at the next station,
And I decided to write a poem on her.