Miss Nevermind Poem by Arunava Bhattacharyya

Miss Nevermind, was one of a kind,

Till date-my greatest find! !

Miss Nevermind, when put to the grind,

She screwed it all, before she would fall...

The pack of cards were set from before,

I gave no less, coz she craved for more! ! !



Then when a thought crossed her mind,

Miss Nevermind couldn't bind-

Her intertwined mind into something aligned...

She was inclined, but her rind,

Wasn't lined to be kind(to me) .....

I opined, that Miss NevermindHad turned blind-

To all my black and white lies.

But Miss Nevermind had turned blue.........



When the cards were unfolded,

Life took a wrong turn...

She had the trump card,

And I had to empty my jar of hearts! ! !

She before me, and I just behind,

She won the race, and I was confined........

Miss Nevermind took the trophy, and came to me,

But my heart had been turned to venetian-blind! ! !

She broke down and hugged me cold,

To which I turned bold....

Even I had my trump card-her memories,

Sold the best, and burnt the rest....

My phycosis had been exterminated from my muse,

A new game had just began, you win or you lose! ! ! ! ! !