Indo-Pak Cricket Madness at Mohali Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

Indo-Pak Cricket Madness at Mohali



What Pakistan wants? Everything- ways fair or foul.
Can’t see India doing better than thee,
Wish to torment her, day out and day in;
Because hatred he nursed between thee and thyself.

With its crime, it has ruined our sport,
Therefore the pain, piping us for no reason;
As in revenge, they want to suck us;
Like venomous frog, intruding in our holy land.

It listens half, understands quarter, thinks zero;
Reacts double, and nurses hatred deep.
Never show love and affection to neighbor failed;
His tendency to undermine all offered; sans a hot chase.

They have given incurable headache to the game,
But we always stretch our love yoke in vain,
The players shed their sweat, and smiling sports;
But they rotted the game before game attains its youth.

Kill the enemy before it attacks you,
Reach your goal before goal is,
Touched by your enemy,
Live your life before life lives you.

The stands are full in the tense field,
The eleven Pakis’ men in files filled up with mud,
These cruel Moguls want their cheers,
And night is without hymn and carol blest.

All know where from they grows,
Where only hatred and death blows,
Furious and violent in a deserts’ heath,
With terrifying methods delivering heat.

There fore moon controller of waters,
Drowned in anger, hissing the air;
The disease of hatred sit deep,
Through this we see the struggle of bat and ball.

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