Sunny Mittal


That is why the close games are so fun


Just when you think it is all done,
something will come from someone,
an in swinging yorker beautiful ball,
silly shot and a wicket will fall,
and then a few successive dot balls,
all pressure suddenly on other team,
and like mads crowd starts to scream,
the relieved side starts to take it easy,
and the under pressure team is again busy,
the ball starts to fly in the park all over,
and every 2 ball there will be six or four,
then suddenly again a wicket will fall,
dead tv audience on couches again sits tall,
and the same thing keeps going on and on,
until the game is either lost or its won,
that is why the close games are so fun,
because you know till the last ball is bowled,
it is not over, it is yet to be done.

Submitted: Saturday, February 09, 2013

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