The bails had come falling down
The stumps begin to light
The batsman will look behind
To have a terrible fright
Looking at the big screen
His heart pounding fast
He saw the umpire's hand
And knew he wouldn't last
Back to the hut was for him
As he looked back in despair
His night had come too soon to end
As he watched the crowd flare.
At 12 yrs this is wonderful stuff, Savi. Beautifully crafted poem indeed. I am proud of you, darling. Full marks from me.
A refined poetic imagination, Savina. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
The stumps begin to light and the batsman has looked behind. Cricket has attracted attention of many from olden days. Before expectation night has ended and light is originated. An amazing sharing is done here. A brilliant poem is beautifully penned.10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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