#WritcoPoemChallenge
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm,
How the bowler make a spin?
And the batsman hitting the whirlwind,
What a joy! hitting those stumps,
To emerge as winners,some instant arteries were numb,
We did it!We did it!
Hurray,maybe a house party to lit.