My Poem is all about the Indian Cricket Team,
Which sometimes is a like a small spray and sometimes a stream.
Ganguly is the leader of the team or the boss,
Who has a poor luck of always loosing the toss.
Now we move towards the batting line-up,
Which without Sachin is like a broken cup.
When sachin is on the crease we come to see some glamorous shots,
And when out, we see a chain of catches.
Some times at the end Zaheer and Prasad play some good strokes,
Which make our sad faces happy, like listening to some jokes.
Now we move towards the bowling part,
Which is like carrying 4’s and 6’s in a cart,
When Zaheer bowls some sizzling Yorkers with a new ball,
Then Prasad on the other hand enables the umpire’s hand to rise and fall.
Some times captain Ganguly strikes some wickets,
But they are the payments to the shots played in his bowling of real cricket.
This is our Indian team with builders and spoilers in different field,
Which sometimes makes the country to face the dark side
And sometimes greets it with shield.
This team has a great future with an open gate,
Any way we should feel proud in saying INDIA THE GREAT!