#WritcoPoemChallenge
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm.
Unofficially the national sport of the Indian Country,
Which makes us show how beautiful,we all look,
When we practice fraternity.
The ohh-s that are heard after every wicket falls,
Are a signal,from our heart,that even it is sad and has contracted and become small.
But it smiles again as it sees his favorite player,
The one who brings happiness in a stressed atmosphere,
When he hits the ball and converts them into sixes and fours.
He/She makes us cheer for him/her from our heart's core.
To give their best and the win the match,
Is the only goal of every player behind every six and catch.
But, one wins and one looses,
For one who gives their best,is the one whom victory chooses.
But this isn't a matter of shame for the lost team,
It is just a sign that they need practice and improvement,
For they still have not lost the capability to gleam.


Cricket as a sport teaches us to be in the our life's field,
Untill we have the power,
And give our best.
And leave on the umpire of our match, the Almighty,
to take the decisions and to do all the rest.
For the Umpire decision is the final one,
And if he asks us to leave,we have to get out of the run.

Dear cricket,you teach us so many things,
A sport,but for us like a festival are you,
And Whenever you come,
along with you,
Happiness and thrill,you never fail to bring.