The pleasant music are not mere cords.
The decisive war are not mere swords.
The blessed ones are not mere lords.
The four lines are not mere words.
God of Cricket
Get link
Facebook
X
Pinterest
Email
Other Apps
By
Pranav Kumar
-
I wanted to see the "God of Cricket".
Playing for last time on Wankhede wicket.
But could not get the much sparse ticket.
Even after standing all day like a picket.
Should I keep it a secret or disclose Out of the millions, Me you have chose But I don't know how should I compose. Be with me till eternity, Can I propose! Happy Propse Day!
From my heart, a gust of blood race. A pinch of pain, reflected on my face. But with a smile, my death I embrace. I was stabbed again on the same place.
Comments
Post a Comment