Future Win

a poem by Lakshmi R K

A game won before it’s played,
Calculated to perfection.
‘This toss is not a loss,
Losing to win is the motto of spin.’
The bat buckles, the ball blunders,
And, the bucks roll in.
Is this sanity of sin?
Tainted glory caught off nets
The fraternity of players frets!
All’s fair in loss or win?