Real Game Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Cricket is game
With much fun fare and name
Needs good record and breaks
As national honor is at stake

“Lots of money and prestige “is involved
The strategy is skillfully evolved
“Do or die “situation is on both the sides
Field is seen with clear divide

“Hit the ball at boundary” crowd may cry
As it is necessary for wonderful try
To score more and show the class
It is done at the appeal of mass

“Midnight match” is real farce
“Flood lights” are on to look fantastic at once
Both sides race as if it is bull’s fight
The tempo is high with passion to ignite

Audience is crazy
So fielders are not lazy
The ball is seen really big
Ground is ready and well prepared to dig

Fools rejoice
Wise has no choice
Organizers are smiling with delight
Results go either way to be alright

It is game of fortune
Played with spirit and time opportune
Big win is matter to feel proud and take credit
All players shake hands and greet