It is the war of the heroes,
But not with arms and ammos.
It is the romance of bat and ball,
Which burn its opponent with the ash of coal.
It is the love which gives me a sigh.
When the ball flies unconsciously for a catch and bye.
It is the dream which enthrals me a lot,
When everyone thirsts for an extraordinary shot.
It is the savour for the love of cricket,
And that breath-taking moment with the beauty of the bat.
It is the cheer for the blues,
With lots of emotions, all by heart from a few.