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Echoes of the Game
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The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm
A symphony of cheers that rise,
As wickets tumble and the bowler flies.
Batsmen dance with grace and might,
In the spotlight’s fierce, demanding light,
Each run a story, each ball a dream,
In the field’s relentless, vibrant scheme.
Crowds hold their breath as the bowler swings,
A spell of silence before the stings,
Then the crack of the bat, the thrill of the chase,
In every corner of this sacred space.
Under the sun or beneath the stars,
Cricket binds us with its scars,
A sport where time and space align,
In every boundary, a moment divine.
From the sweat and grit to the joy and despair,
The essence of cricket lingers in the air,
A game of passion, where legends are born,
In every roar, a new dream is sworn.
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