Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Match game chance, be it anywhere  on any land

                                                                       be it with sword or spear,bat or ball,  gun or lance,

forces have fought  in thicket and  on wicket
dauntless and bold, without fear,  songs  sonorous
have been sung, as arms raised , aimed and swung,
obdurate pride and steadfast hate in arenas Greek

or  Green  Grounds,  what  mighty  contest  up rising
For no  reason  just  or sound,  No crime no blast
 no war  no treason, just  another  cricket world  season,

But This Game is a Combat  on war like footing
Padded  gloved helmeted , ready for the  shooting

thick as Autumnal Leaves and sedge
                                                        Police and crowd will watch the match,
All around the fence , from the edge to edge,
how many will hold and breathe their last ,
                                                         as wickets fall, or hands miss a catch,

all eyes on Mohali the final battle ground
a place Eternal Justice ordained and bound

No Trojan Horse or Aegean Sea, no ship or gun                 
velvet green, a white orb, 



22 yards of  hit and run
to be weak on it  is unthinkably  miserable no contestant
spared, no mistake forgivable, who will  the  new possessor
be, Of a Cup,  One in a Game , One in Name , Just One!
Some say the Blues –some say the Greens -

The result is anxiously eagerly excitedly awaited
Whatever it may be , millions are awake , hearts
Beating , hands together in prayers,
The Best will soon be seen.
The aim is to protect the wicket  and make a high score
A game of skill , strategy entertainment a fight for sure
The rest is up to the Umpires two and the third
Above All it should be honest and fairplay-no ‘Trick It”
Or else it would really be a war –and ‘Not Cricket’
May The best Team Win-


  1. This was great fun to read through and work out all the allusions. And I like the rousing last stanza. Thank you for pointing me this way.