Cricket is a game of luck
Of application
Of runs
Of politics &
Of selections
Of run outs
Of boundaries
Of sponsorships
Of celebrities
Of ball tamperings
Of match fixings
Of bets
Noone knows who would click
Who would save the day
Who would pocket the money
Whose decisions would be germaine
To win or lose the match
And who would throw the wicket away
Or would appear to throw the wicket
Of tying shoe laces
Of letting boundaries go
Is known to b a gentlemans game
But is there a shortage
Of eligible countrymen
To take a lesson from "lagaan"
And the team
For the patriotism
And the win
For people glued to tv sets
Spending the holiday
Watching full time cricket
Absorbed in the game
Engineered loss is a shock
A disappointment
A cheat
For one who dies for the country
In the war
Or in the cricket field
Is an equal martyr
That they salute
For the country"s honour to save
Isn't it true
There is a cricketer in each one of us
To salvage the country"s pride
Lets bat together as a team
And the rules be followed strictly
Together we can also score a century
Remember the world is watching
With baited breath.
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I would like to translate this poem
Of run outs Of boundaries Of sponsorships Of celebrities Of ball tamperings Of match fixings Of bets I am enjoy this poem