Shrill Cricket, Still Cricket
The pitch is clear
No rain
Hard ground.
The Captains appear.
Toss.
The Emus field
The Ochs' bat.
Emu runs in
Bowls a googly.
Ochs reacts
Strongly
Fiercely.
Hits hard
Over the boundary
Into the crowd.
Emu goes in
Again.
A leg spin
Trying for an
LBW.
Another six.
Cricket is full
Of hard hitters.
It's the 20-20
Madness.
No more glamour
In Tests.
Crisp white
A gentleman's game
Now lame.
Bodyline marked
The beginning.
Of compromise.
Lapped up
By the crowd.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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