The fever of the World Cup Cricket,
With the ball and bat,
Has brought all to a single stage,
It's more than a game; it's a thrilling craze.
Though absent many of the prior masters are,
The competitions are still harder,
Since the current geniuses roar in the field,
Like the wounded lions no more concealed!
We love cricket and the harmony it brings,
Brotherhood and joy that cricket proudly sings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem