Cricket

a poem by Inchara

13th to 24th Nations of enemies will freeze
Eyes and ears glue to the idiot box with ease
Work progress steadily with radios to accompany
Trains, buses, autos travel without any company

Hits and misses causes distress
Win and loss creates history
Why cricket captivates both nations is a mystery
Love and hate between the teams is a chemistry

Sleepless nights, restless days
Dreams of Sachin’s century
Nightmares of Shoaib’s speed
Cricket has taken a toll on all indeed

Sachin, Sourav, Rahul is the flavor we savor
Blessings in abundance elders shower
Youngsters heap praises and abuses
It is a game with lot of surprises

The battle of titans has begun
Hope of victory soars high
May the Ship of aspiration stay afloat
Let our spirit give the opponents a jolt

Nothing can stop the best
Everything can deter the worst
Hard work and strong will is the crux
Let India lift the trophy of success