#WritcoPoemChallenge
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm.
yet the smell of musk an due.
the ol ref with his whistle to mark
the ball on spot.
Each season ever team Scout's for
the best eleven warriors like a game of
chess who goes without rest .....
thier only feat is to bring home
the Championship...