You came here
without a single fear.
On your way you brought your return-ticket,
but you better not lose your wicket.
There is only one match to be played,
So just hope there is no disturbance from any raid.
Win the toss,
& be the boss.
Or lose the toss,
& show off your gloss.
Be a bowler,
bowl it slower.
Be a batsman,
with a direct hit to heaven.
Disturb the clouds,
their anger all so aroused.
Bring on the covers,
& become lovers.
Love the match delay,
one that you've got without the obligation to pay.
Remember your spouse,
who's always watching you from her house.
Take her name,
& resume the game.
The target is nearing,
& so is the balls remaining.
Score that victorious six,
With emotions all so mixed.
With the game now over,
The crowd won't get any louder.
Appreciate them,
& place them at your success' strong stem.
Now its time to pack,
& take all those memories back.
Tell them to your friends,
In conversations that seem to have no ends.
Treasure that two-way ticket.
Keep it, conserve it, caress it.
Suraj Samtani
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-day-s-worth-of-cricket/
