#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...