The stadium is full with crowd,
Everyone watches as the howls go loud.
At last the match starts,
The audience concentrates and forgets about eating jam tarts!
Zaheer Khan bowls the first over,
The English run rate gets slower.
And all of a sudden Strauss gets bowled,
Whole of the England team gets cold!
Then came Ian Bell, he hit a six,
Everyone started thinking that the match was a fix.
Then England’s wickets started falling,
They couldn’t stand before India’s bowling!
Last over, whole stadium was at the nets,
Everybody is thinking what will happen next.
Then fell the last wicket, India had won,
A lot of recreation to me, the cricket match had done!
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