Poems by
Moumita Paul

Fallen Angel

a poem by Moumita Paul

Captain Cronje, how could you!
Taking bribes and cheating too-
You had hoped to get away,
But surely it was not your day.
A phone tap had spelt your doom
When the bookie called your hotel room.
You thought, the money would be fun
Till the scandals came out – one by one.

The game, the name and the nation-
You let them down in terrible fashion.
I don’t think you are a crook,
But you need to be brought to book.
I never believed it could be true,
And I hope you read this; yes, I do!