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

The chanting in the stadium,
Got louder than it was before,
With every century he scored,
People knew about him even more.

The grace in his cover drive,
The flick he gave to his bat,
Everything about him made
everyone wonder,
That's when they started call him the "God of Cricket".!

© Mysterious_love