#WritcoPoemChallenge

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

A stadium filled with young and old
Tickets in hand, the minute it was sold..

A bat, a ball, stumps and bails
Tossing coins for heads or tails.

Run between stumps, throw the ball
And wait to hear the scored run call.

Lift of a finger denotes an out
Look at the umpire..Oh! So stout.

Wait for Dhoni's helicopter sixer
Dont ever say he was a match fixer.

Run for your life, build a score
Don't let your play- against go for more.