Scorching heat of the sun
Paralyzing me like a stun gun
The very thought of a cool drink
Will vanish when I see her blink
And in the spring when I fight
With my brother for a kite
My heart will sink on seeing
Her longing to have a wing
A pink jerkin this season?
No, that had no reason
Since the biting winter chill in the morning
Told me she was even devoid of proper clothing
All that I could give her
Were a can of drink, a kite and a sweater
And when asked what the new year day meant to her
“A day with 3 meals” was her answer
Alone he stood
At the corner of the hall
Longing for a glimpse
Behind the wall
It was not the fault
Of this ten year old
Nor the lords
To whom he was sold
That now he z standing here
Bare foot, sans shirt to wear
Not enough if
Mahatma calls in HARIJAN
Its time mother for u to
Look after your son!
This nite am standing alone,
That very thing haunting me
God its not gone
Please listen to my plea
I cant bare
The droplets washing my torso
Feeling the clouds stare
And as if bound by a lasso
But little did I know
That when the lightning glowed
All the sins in a row
Had begun to flow
Off my mind
Off my body
Away they flow
There goes even my ego!!
I started to walk on the leaves the maple had shed
Clouds coming together like the newly wed
Wondering why the weaver's nest was asymmetric
Unable to spot the squirrel only hear the squeak
Blurred were even the images of the windmill
Even the banyan seemed to stand still
Yes, something was wrong with my sight
A world thro the spectacle was really bright!
Today my joy has no bounds
Am gonna got o LORDS the best of the grounds
Here are the two teams in black n blue!
Therez a man lacing his shoe
There goes the bowler in the best of forms
The ball moves away and is wide as per norms
The over z gotta end with 6 balls
coz o the wide its seven in all
Here z a guy to spin the next over
Hurray! The ball has gone over the cover
Oh where z the guy at gully?
Ah! I bet he was silly
He missed a couple o catches
U c, here catches win matches
Hey there is the gully now standing as a point!
God he has a bruised joint!
Look out thats a sixer
Uf cant get it better
A lotta straight n cover drives
Was tat a wicket??? No he still survives
This is a gud ball and the man plays it wrong
Thats his fate he z caught in the long
Here comes the other team to bowl!
To Win This is their goal
Hang on! Thats a sixer n the ball z gone
One o them get a century n the crowd turns on!
This is the ultimate moment of tension
One ball n one run
Last ball of the last over!
Goodness its all over!
The match is drawn and there z the departure!
But wait were i here jus for this from Manchester?
I ve had enough hurts, stamps and blows
N must go home with damaged claws
Though i kno a lot bout the wickets
I cannot play the game of cricket
Wonder who i am?
Just a CRICKET on a case of jam!
Oops! Someone z gonna stamp me, yup! Thought i lost ma breath!
Oh every time i come here its a game of life n death!
