Life is the cricket, where he comes to bat.
He has to face the bowler and guard the wicket.
There are ten on the field to make him out.
There are thousands to cheer when he hits fours.
There are thousands who wait for his downfall.
His own partner too can make him run out.
He might become the victim of the umpire.
Yet he finds it a thrill to be on the crease.
02.12.2016
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem