Sportsgirl Poem by Somendra Gaur

The Survivors of Your Bermuda Triangle
Look like Me,
Or
Am I still special,
Tell Thee.
Burnt Shirt of my Heart,
Like it was some game of Darts.
Rugged my Psyche
With your favourite Spike.
It wasn't the Last-Blink win,
Yet,
You made the bottle Spin.
I knew it wasn't Right,
When You kicked-off that Pillow Fight.
The Chocolates with the nuts Crunching,
Ans all that Fake Punching.
Your ignorance for Music
&
Affection for Dance;
That was the real Trance.
You always were Immobile,
Making me doubt my Extra-Mile,
The Game now is in Extra-time,
Oh that fake laughter is a Dime.
Touch Gloves,
Go back to the corner,
This is the last bout,
I'll take all the Penalties in this Shoot-out.