A Game Of Cricket Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

In the game of cricket
We are defeated,
The shock spreads
Like wild fire
Everywhere in our nation,
In the darkness of night,
People can find teary eyes,
Anger and frustration,
A soulful cry of loss
As someone has left us.
Nobody prepares to digest
The befallen reality of night.
We had faith in them
Like soldiers in battle
They will fight till the end,
But they perished one by one
Crushing our hope and patience.

Amid the ripple of gloom
Noises of winning laughter,
The sound of bursting crackers
None but our fellow citizens,
In the mood of celebration
Make us scary and think
Who are they?
Do they glorify defeat
And celebrate our failure?
Or are they dark forces
And rebels of the country?
Are they blind to feelings
To the majority of the nation?