#WritcoPoemChallenge
The sound of the stadium's roar,
Resonates with every four,
Down the pitch,
Over the arm,
Cricket has its own charm
So playing it brings no harm.
Dont dare to ditch,
I will ring Alarm.
Lies in its history
A galaxy you see,
A world of joys and of chasm

A ball and bat just what is takes
the difference is but high it makes
On turn you must give the opponent
A high end numbet to complete
Might this get on nerves so exciting
A four run, sixer or tip tip

A bowler is who responsible
To make you loose or win so calm
He has to play with bat the Trick
or else you gonna hit the palm

In short cricket the dearest
not just remained a mere game
It represents small and big
Every part as social Norm