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

Each ball shattered into the clouds,
over the brick walls;
scattered shrubs and urban stalls
Incomplete without a shattered window.

Head or tails;
Stadium or the Gully,
Cricket has its own charm,
So shall I say wistully.

© LOKI