Scores in life run to a shore, But in cricket runs are a score, An umpire is a seer, Commentator is a cheer, Mind dances high in air, Sneers at people low, Acrobatic soars spin the ball, Down it comes over the wall, It’s cricket, an entertainer, Alert and brisk are the fielders, Hitting the ball for runs, Is the mind’s calculative fun.
Balancing bat, ball, runs and wickets, A balanced excitement is cricket, When in life, scores make a beam, Goal in life reaches a seam, Life runs to meet the stump, Out soul from body jumps.
A poem from ‘Serenading Poems Part One’
