Cricket- a poem



Cricket – The Game Of The Lords

To know the taste of nectar on earth,

We had the gentlemen’s game Cricket’s birth,

Which is filled with enjoyment and mirth.

I start off with the diverse team,

Which make the respective supporters beam.

First comes Team no. one,

India jo hai ek solid tuphaan.

Then comes team Pakistan,

T20 cricket mein hai woh sabse mahaan.

When the Sri Lankans step on,

With the wind the opposition is gone.

Then comes Champion Team Australia,

World cup mein inhone saare teams ko haraa diya.

After them, come the royal English,

Opposite them, the teams always perish.

Then come the Proteas to the pitch,

They send the minnows mercilessly into the ditch.

Team New Zealand plays to fire,

And fulfill their nation’s desire.

You’ll never cease to make shor….

Kyunki yeh dil hamesha maange more….

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Article by Pallavi Mohapatra

Crazzzzy ...... for cricket. Have not missed the end of any match till now. The biggest supporter of Chennai Superkings ....... and most loyal fan of MSD and Pragyan Ojha. Pallavi Mohapatra tagged this post with: , , , , , , Read 6 articles by Pallavi Mohapatra

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