The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm,

The umpire's call, a moment's pause,
A batsman's glory, or a bowler's cause,
The thrill of the game, a story to tell,
Cricket's magic, a spell to compel.

The sun beats down, on the field of play,
The players' skills, on full display,
The crowd's excitement, a deafening sound,
Cricket's charm, a joy all around.

The game of cricket, a test of will,
A battle of strength, a skill to fulfill,
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Echoes the joy, forever in store.
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